D is singing along to the Dr Horrible soundtrack on his ipod. "we do the weird stuff!"

but I'm in the Pete corner, drinking the righteous juice of seething fuck-you.

Cheers!

Obama's speech; not only great but a true breath of fresh air when held in contrast to the diatribes & evasive gibberish of the Bush administration.

It's so nice to have a president elect speak in complete sentences. I feel like we can hold our heads high on the world stage again. And yes, I have been drinking.

Yes. We. CAN!

That is step one people. The road will be long. It will not be easy. We will need to do a lot of navel gazing as a country. We have a lot of fences to mend. We have a lot of wrongs to right. It won't be a Just Add Water instant gratification. And not every answer will be the right one the first time. But, we have hope on our side. Be gone fear mongers. Let the sun shine in! Fill our minds with enlightenment! Push away the shadows. And let freedom ring!

Hurrah! Hurrah! Hurrah! Here in my British School in Thailand, we've all been following the election in the breaks between teaching, and saying "It's at 207 now! C'mon, Obama!" etc to each other as we bump into one another in the corridor. And the first thing I learned as I hurried in from grabbing spring rolls across the road for lunch? "President Obama, baby!"

iow, the rest of the world is chuffed to bits too. OMG, The Guardian's front page just slayed me, with all the photos. That was back when I was nipping online for the minute-by-minute updates. (And it cracked me up that they were carefully trying to be all balanced and not go "C'mon, Obama!!!"...and yet their photo montage definitely was weighted towards Obama, really, with 86 year old black ladies going off to vote and being quoted as thinking they'd never have the chance to vote for a black president in their lifetime, etc etc.)

YAY! GO AMERICA! GO GO GO!

Hello Fay, you wee cheeky thing. Fancy a snifter?

checks clock

Ah, what the hell, the kids are off to swimming. I'll join you in a cheeky little beverage, my lovely.

Time for some schnockerring!

That word looks germanic, doesn't it?

Anyway, cheers to you! Hope to see you in Seattle next year in a kinder, saner U.S.A.

I'm enjoying the expat Brit gloatiness. REALLY enjoying it.

Insh'allah! I'm certainly crossing fingers and toes for that too - it seems appropriate, since so far it's been every third year I've made it over.

Man, busy busy busy right now! I'm finishing writing reports, I'm doing reading assessments (man, my kids are GREAT little readers! They've really made fabulous progress!) until the cows come home, and tonight is the opening night of my play, Deathtrap. (Well, okay - the Student Preview.)

Up bottoms!

I'm enjoying the expat Brit gloatiness. REALLY enjoying it.

It is, in a word, adorable.

My head is buzzing. I want to make out with EVERYONE.

That's okay with everyone, isn't it?