My brother is in cancer research!
Every so often, I have to say, out loud "President Barack Hussein Obama." Or just "President Obama." And then I grin like an idiot and start to tear up. I want to shout it out my window when driving.
It's kinda cool.
I just assumed that the drop today on Wall Street was related to Obama's election. I happen to think they are wrong about Democrats being bad for the economy, but I know a lot of folks cling to that belief.
On the money show on NPR, they pointed out that the Street had weeks to anticipate an Obama win, and it looked likely, so any variation was probably its own psychosis. Of course, it was NPR, that bastard liberal source.
It's amazing the effect of a Democratic presidency. According to the wingnuts Clinton caused all the problems of Bush's first four years, and now Obama will be causing all the problems of Bush's last three months.
It's a wonder that Bush got anything done at all, really.
for all of you who have never forgiven Nader for 2000....The snippet in which he calls Obama an Uncle Tom. "
I loathed Ralph Nader long before 2000, but that's the closest I've come to wanting to run over an old guy with a Pinto.
I am sorry that Uncle Tom has acquired such negative connotations, because he was a hero in the book. It's hardly giving in to the man to die rather than betray someone else.
When traffic near home is being jacked up, it's at least good to know it's for a good reason--Glam, did you make it to the demonstration at the Mormon temple?
Went for lunch with an ex-worker yesterday. Today he jokingly referred to it as a date (I was notoriously single at the office). Why he gotta do that? I have such a lack of sense of humour when it comes to stealth dating. In all seriousness I let myself get bitten by that more than once.
Cash, good call on the Weatherly arms. They were pleasant. NCIS has a decent set of science advisors, it seems. I swear they used appropriate methodology cleaning up a JPEG in this past episode.
Kat, I love the reporter's reaction. "Ralph Nader...what was that?"
ita, I love his "Really?" first. That shit cracked me up.
I'm so tired and so swamped with bleh that I haven't even answered any of my emails or phone calls. So if I owe you one, it's not you. It's me. I haven't even called my volunteer supervisor back yet.
That's great, Sophia.
I've been hearing a bunch of speculation figuring out what school the Obama girls will go to. My bet is Sidwell Friends.
My bet is Sidwell Friends.
Good bet. It certainly worked well for Chelsea.