such a shame.

Hear, hear!

...will be so exquisite this year though delayed to the 15th.

I love the smell of effigies in the evening. They smell like...victory.

It could be a big night for election viewing

She'll be back with Ouzo, baklava and tiny delectable squids :)

O now I really, really want squid.

...eww

...the river, you will destroy a great empire."

Right there with you, in lovely TaterMountain County, Oregon. Smith must go. Yes we can. Smith must go. Yes we can.

(Or "Well, yes of course, we must".)

I predict...that I will continue to eat obsessively until we have an outcome!

...that I will finish off yesterday's ribs and mac&cheese for lunch today.

I suspect I will have cheetos (the corn-nuts are gone) some time around 4:00.

I'm fairly certain that I will have some of Saturday's casserole and some asparagus for dinner.

I expect that I will snack on something disgusting before bed.

I think for breakfast tomorrow I will probably have waffles and sausage, 'cause it's election day and it will be good to start the day with comfort food. And there are all those blueberries in the freezer that need to be used...

I'll probably chew my fingernails as a mid-morning snack while I flip channels and websites.

For lunch and dinner, well I just haven't got that far yet.

But I'll be eating.

YOU BETCHA!

AND FINALLY...my prediction for Wednesday morning:

Catamitebastard EXPLODES! (Regardless of who wins but pleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaassse let it be BO)

(except I also had a can of Vienna Sausages and some sweet pickles. Damn I want this over.)

What We Could Do

To begin there is fire,

snickering its red hot

into forests and churches

at a thousand places

on a given night

while the people sleep.

It's possible.

Radio towers

sticking the sky

itch to topple

while bridges envy

the water below

its gravity.

Dams and courst could be blown

at precisely that moment

the transformers fail

and the malls close for good,

the public statuary

cart off

in the dark and melted down

to be otherwise utilized.

We could raid armories

knock over banks

capture the governor

take prisoners

kidnap

plunder

loot

and further defile

the public weal.

If we wished we could

excrete int he pulpits

and kille Jesse Helms

while wearing fabulous gowns,

cheap wigs and camouflage

makeuup,

each stolen Wonderbra stuffed

with secret missives

from Queer Headquarters.

What we could do

is go burning

into the night

killing innocents

to deliver the message.

(c) 1996

Some of us are still waiting for the rest to catch on.

You go! This 'tini's tipped for YOU!

...I just meant I gave up pity-fucks ages ago...

John and Sarah don't deserve my dick, but I do know randy, bisexual moose who needs to pay his mortgage and might be UP for it...

I'm jealous of your proximity to take-out! I have to cook everything from scratch.

Beware of Greek Actives

wearing big Trojans.

For they will enter...

...your...cities

...Mom fed, time for her bath, then read 'til she sleeps.

See all y'all later....

"There's got to be a better way."

...on an evening of this import, that I have run out of Vermouth. Will this day never end???

O.M.G.

I cannot imagine ever running out of vodka. That would be like...the worst thing EVER. I feel for you and will lift a rawtini in your honor.

5 AM! Sleepyhead!

Is it just me or is today have a high density of tensity? I so want this to be done...and I'm normally patient as Job. But there sure have been a lot of feel-good stories about first-time voters, probable last-time voters, to counter the atrocities taking place at some of the polls.

Glad to hear you're fortified.

I'm gonna' hold onto this quote all night:

"Look where black people came from," said Dasmin Holloway, a black college student, not far from where nine students faced down angry crowds and the governor of Arkansas in 1959 to integrate Central High School in Little Rock.

"We started off as slaves," Holloway said after voting for Obama. "Now look."

Now look. Centuries after a nation was founded on freedom but enslaved its own, 143 years after race tore it in half, 45 years after King dreamed and 40 after he died, Americans had the opportunity to elect the son of a Kenyan and a Kansan as leader of the free world.

at http://www.salon.com/wires/ap/us/2008/11/04/D948D0800_election_in_black_and_white/index.html

Wut u sed.

(And it is always not just worthwhile, but Correct to vote if you have the choice of doing so).

Numbers coming. Brain hurting. Burnt the polenta.

are you sure a hot-toddie would not be appropriate? I know they always helped me in the lecture hall... :)

...I'm tempering the cocktails with deadly, massive quantities of food: Polenta (slightly burnt) cream cheese and anchovie paste, crab cakes with a nice white sauce, and asparagus with butter and white pepper. (My arteries don't care about results). I'm sure the food will send be to bed before the booze.

I had completely forgotten about these Kalamata olives in the back of the fridge...

...even stop eating everything in sight soon...

PLEASE let be as good as it looks...

"I can FEEL your father's scars! ... You were in the other room (looking for Viagra) when we did it! I can FEEL them!"

After eight years of quasi dictatorship and 22 months of this campaign...christ would gloat (if he get down of that damned cross).

CHEERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

As a an antitheist, I really can't say what the SoG would do. But I suspect a manifestation of the collective vision of the human he might have been would take a deep breath...and say these results are good. So much attributed to him beyond the spiritual dreck appeals to my Freedom Socialist nature...

And by all means, you can call me CB...or just bastard as elephantman does :)