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i should be president

since my bracket is as good/bad as obama’s:


i predict a precipitous decline in my rank, however. there goes 5 bucks.

presidential etiquette: don’t mess with my tv

i realize that obama has important things to say, but here’s same advice for 44:

do not let your presser go longer than its allotted time. in an age of tivo, that extra two minutes you spent telling us the world sucks is two minutes that pushes 24 and heroes out of its normal tivo’d spot. that’s two minutes i haven’t seen and two minutes that have disgruntled me, even more than usual.

as jimmy says:
jimmy: the last thing you want is to piss off the tv-watching public
jimmy: everyone watches tv
jimmy: i bet his approval rating goes down b/c of it
jimmy: like 3 points

as it should.


can “obama” be a real word now? racist spellcheck.

this could be the obama first dance song, too

nina simone — feeling good

Birds flying high you know how I feel
Sun in the sky you know how I feel
Reeds driftin on by you know how I feel

Its a new dawn
Its a new day
Its a new life
For me
And Im feeling good

Fish in the sea you know how I feel
River running free you know how I feel
Blossom in the tree you know how I feel

Its a new dawn
Its a new day
Its a new life
For me
And Im feeling good

Dragonfly out in the sun you know what I mean, dont you know
Butterflies all havin fun you know what I mean
Sleep in peace when day is done
Thats what I mean

And this old world is a new world
And a bold world
For me

Stars when you shine you know how I feel
Scent of the pine you know how I feel
Oh freedom is mine
And I know how I feel

Its a new dawn
Its a new day
Its a new life
For me
And Im feeling good

happy chinese new year

it’s the year of the ox, or as my dad’s fave (and only) obama joke goes, it’s the year of the bull, aka the year of the bullshit.

republicans are so cute sometimes.

the year president bush took office? the year of the snake.
2008, that last year of bush’s term? the year of the rat.

that inauguration thing

well, that was fun. glad it’s over, though.

necessary commentary:

how many times did i shed a tear over this weekend? at least 5 times.

1. when that quartet played ‘simple things.’ yo yo + izthak + the other two = perfection.
2. when obama took the oath. even john roberts couldn’t completely ruin it.
3. when obama talked about science (yeah science) and about restoring america’s standing in the world.
4. when the national anthem played (dude, i get emotional when i hear it at michigan football games …)
5. when i watched obama/michelle dance to beyonce the next morning. i love that song and i love beyonce.
6. endlessly looking at photo galleries that show people all over the world captivated by us.

“wtf?” you ask. “why are you getting misty eyed? you’re not even a big obamaniac.”
first off, i LOVE america. i love it as much as toby keith does, just not in a crazy way. we aren’t perfect, but we still rawk, and we are thismuch closer to sucking less. secondly, people are so happy, and despite my general negativity about everything, genuine happiness makes me cry. it’s why i went to the mall at the buttcrack of dawn — to soak up the positive energy. the euphoria lasted me until at least noon wednesday, which may be a record. OBAMA, YOU ARE A MIRACLE WORKER.

lastly, re: “at last”: unfortunately there isn’t a classic soul song that directly references the election of the first black president … but this is pretty much as close as we’re going to get. in fact, i’m posting lyrics so we all can soak up how perfect this song is:

At last, my love has come along
My lonely days are over
And life is like a song
Oh, yeah, at last
The skies above are blue
My heart was wrapped up in clovers
The night I looked at you
I found a dream that I could speak to
A dream that I can call my own
I found a thrill to rest my cheek to
A thrill that I have never known

Oh, yeah when you smile, you smile
Oh, and then the spell was cast
And here we are in heaven
For you are mine
At last

get it? at last WE HAVE A PRESIDENT WHO ISN’T A STINKY WHITE DUDE. i cry every time at the 2:45 mark.

ps. beyonce is perfect.

right now, dc is the hippest place in the world

this is rare, and i am savoring it. the madness starts now. i have my camera w/ me at all times to watch tourists soak up the OBAMA emanating from our pristine, federally cleaned sidewalks. tomorrow is supposed to be arctic, and i imagine it’ll take me hours to get to work on the bus.

we’ll see how blog-alicious this weekend will be. there’s a chance i’ll be staying in/hiding out for much of it. i’m just too old for this.

obama pics

i’m sure you’ll all have seen these already, but whatever, i’ve been dealing with the bubonic plague for a couple days and the blogging has been slacking. slideshow of obama in the 80s.


two notes.
1. i’m really in love with time’s photo galleries. i hope they figure out how to monetize this b/c it’s really the best thing they’ve got going for them.
2. i’m not a big obamamaniac, but even i’l admit these are cool.