My favorite part of the election coverage last night was when the entire Obama and Biden families walked onto the stage. You’ve got to love the adorable Obama kids. I hope we get the chance to watch them grow up for the next eight years.
No matter what you think of Jessie Jackson, you had to be touched as he cried when it was announced that Obama had just become the first African American to become the President of the United States. Mr Jackson stood on the same balcony on the evening of April 4th, 1968 when Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. was shot and killed. You don’t have to like the man to appreciate what he was feeling at that moment.
If you tuned into CNN at all you may have seen one of the coolest special effects of the night. Just like the Star Wars movies, they beamed in the holograms of their reporters across the country so that it looked as if they were in the same room as Wolf Blitzer. Wolf Blitzer should be the name of a football player, not a guy talking about politics.
Half of the clocks in my house and half of my watches are still on Eastern Standard Time. One clock is behind the TV and hard to get to. I have a little Viagra clock in the bathroom and I think that one is an hour behind too. There’s a joke in there somewhere but I’ll leave it to your imaginations. I have a Kermit the Frog clock in the den and haven’t changed that one either. I have a Kermit collection too. One day I want to turn an empty room into a Kermit room. If I had creative control of the rooms in my house, along with the Kermit room I’d have an antique bicycle room.
I have a big chair that I sit in when I’m in the living room either watching TV or on my laptop. It’s just a little smaller than a love seat. It’s small enough so I don’t have to share it with anyone and big enough to fall asleep on. Well tonight I had to perform surgery on it. A big piece of wood and a spring let loose in the back and almost poked a hole in the fabric. I grabbed the Gorilla glue, hammer, one thin nail, a small vise, and my pliers. The big chair is resting comfortably tonight and so far there are no signs of infection. I can’t put any pressure on it until tomorrow morning. The couch is scheduled for a similar procedure tomorrow night.
I wrote several Personal Cancer policies today. If you don’t already have one you really should. There’s a really good chance that you’ll get cancer. It’s not fun to talk about but just take a look around. Freaking cancer is everywhere. Michael Crichton just died from cancer. Only his family and friends knew he was sick. He wrote Jurassic Park and created the TV show ER.
Last night Californians voted against the right for gay couples to get married. Stupid people can still get married. Racists can still get married. People can still get married and then divorced the next day if they choose to. Fat and skinny people can still get married. Ugly people and cute people can still get married. They can either marry each other or mix and match. You can be on death row and get married. A white person can marry a black person and an Asian person can marry a Hispanic person. They can mix and match too. A Democrat can marry a Republican, just ask the Governor. A Catholic can marry a Jew. A prostitute can marry her john or a customer. But people of the same sex cannot marry. I think it’s because of something that’s written in the Bible. I’m not sure why that matters. I think people ought to worry more about themselves and stop being judge and jury on matters that they don’t want to understand.
The big chair just crashed. I’m serious, it was on its side and it tipped over and just missed my head. I’m going back in to check the damage.