Well, I am quite happy about Obama getting to be president. Couldn't come at a better time. Just got home from work, and decided to say hi to all two of you that read this blog. I didn't get to go to an election party or anything, but I hear there was a screaming Yatzee party in town with sweet punch and tasty cookies for all in Kamas, UT this Tuesday night.
I declined to attend.
Instead, I was at home with the old lady and out-of-state inlaws, watching the whole amazing spectacle on CBS. I heard my friend was at an election party in Phx, AZ and went to the bar after Obamas landslide and ordered eighteen red shots, eighteen blue shots, and then (who would have imagined?) eighteen white shots. This gentleman was cut off from the bar immediatley at closing time. But as my friend was in AZ, McCain territory, he stated there were many if not most of the other tables sharing that patio with him that Tuesday night, scowling and glowering into their own pathetic mugs of frothy misery.
Heh heh heh heh heh . . .
Wish I coulda been there, but again, I live in a cold, high elevation, oxygen deprived wasteland. The non-beer drinking, thithe paying, unenlightened, small town folk 'round these parts exude a palpable indiffrence toward even middle of the road type thinking.
Go.
Go right now!
Google Earth my location if you like, you're on the internet aren't you?
In that vien I present you Pandemic 2.
If you can kill off the world, or even HALF the world, you have gotten farther than I ever have, and I salute you! For some strange reason, this little gem encapsulates so very well a certain outlook toward the world I harbor, which alltogether might be benificial to just ignore.
Erin, George, Cyrus, and myself are all peachy keen, and I hope you are all the same. Boy, I can't wait to start watching Sesame Street again with the little one . . .