Back in '98 or so, my crazy religious right-wing aunt sent me a letter telling me I should buy guns, because Clinton was gonna take away all our guns by 2000.

Ouch! Poor Fenris. Glad he's doing okay.

I don't understand people. Today in particular, I don't understand how people who consider themselves religious Christians would want to go out and buy guns because they are afraid of whatever it is they are afraid of. Prince of Peace, people! Not Prince of Turn The Other Cheek, and Then Hit 'Em With Your Firepower!

For Teppy, and other residents/fans of Cincinnati: Cincinnati Is Cool. (The writer is previously from NYC, now a Chicago-based blogger.)

The Democrats-hate-guns association is really strong for some people.

Obama Dorky Dad slide show.

It is scary that people are running out and buying assault rifles because they think he's going to ban them and ammo because they think that the sales tax on ammo is going up.

I understand buying up assault rifles and high capacity magazines, they might get restricted in the future. The rest is a bit tinfoil.

The Democrats-hate-guns association is really strong for some people.

I still get plenty of campaign literature warning of gun control and everybody in local elections makes sure that I know they are pro-gun. I think there are two mandatory pictures in any local direct mail, the picture of candidate and family and the picture of candidate in hunting gear with a rifle.

Cincinnati Is Cool.

Oh, dear. The author spent most of his time at all the most painfully hip* of hipster stores/restaurants/apartments. Of course he's going to be left with the impression it's cool.

*(The non-hipster places being, of course, Skyline and Graeter's; in fact, the specific Skyline and Graeter's locations are in my old neighborhood, and ones that I've taken many a Buffista to.)

At sundown, we headed for Ludlow Avenue, ground zero of the student-laden Clifton neighborhood, to sample an entirely different skyline. There’s no need to mince words here. In one meal, I became an official Skyline Chili crack whore. Give me the mild chocolate-cinnamon laced chili in a five-way (ladled over spaghetti with beans, onions, and cheddar cheese) or on a coney (a Cinncinati hot dog with mustard, chili, and onions), I don’t care. I wanted–and still want–more. Now please. Sooner if possible.

The black raspberry chip 1870 Tower sundae I inhaled down the street at Graeter’s French-churned ice cream helped a little bit, too.

Despite his kind hipster words, Cincinnati? Not. Cool. We're good with that.

Hey guys! Guess what? I might be working the inauguration for Close Up after all! Woot!

I'm loving the obama pics. This is my fave family picture of the moment: [link]

This is my fave family picture of the moment: [link]

We elected people. That's what it is. Real, honest-to-whatsis, living actual lives with each other people.