Told ya so.

Dodged a bullet on that electorial prediction, though. That would have been a lot of beer. At one point during the night Obama was actually at 292, and I was all, like, “Oh shit, you gotta win another state. Any state dude, even one no one cares about. How about Nevada? Or a Dakota?”

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Please return to your polling stations to receive your new stickers

Please return to your polling stations to receive your new stickers

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McCain’s speech was all class. I’d like to think that, were McCain elected, the man we saw last night is the man who would serve as president, rather than the stranger we saw on the campaign trail.

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Driving to work today I noticed that Obama’s promise of unity is already reaching fruition. The two Seattle newspapers–which are often at loggerheads–both came up with the same headline:

Black & White

I also noticed that the local McDonald’s had changed it’s marquee overnight:

When Obama is president ...


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Conversation I just had with Squiggle:

Me: Who’s the president?

Squiggle: Obama!

Me: And who’s the vice-president?

Son: A pumpkin!


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Anyway: yay, glad that’s over. Going to bed now. Wake me on January 20th.

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New Era

Halloween Post Mortem

We had a lot of fun this Halloween. The Queen, Squiggle and I engaged in all the traditional Halloweenie activities. We visited a pumpkin patch:


And we got stuck in the photo hole:


(Well, one of us did, anyway.)

We got all dressed up. The Queen went as a witch. I went as Lloyd Dobler (photos forthcoming). Squiggle wanted to be a lion, so Grandma Baldwin went to work and, by gum, he was a lion.


And, as is quickly becoming our tradition, we spent Halloween in the company of some friends on Capitol Hill, whose house falls under siege every October 31st. The enormous quantity of trick-or-treaters they receive came as a surprise to us last year, but this time we knew what to expect: something akin to a 3 hour stage rush at a Raffi concert.

Sure enough, we were visited by more that 1,500 kids this year. How did we know? Because we stood just inside the door with a tally counter and enumerated each and every one. We also gave them candy, a token of our appreciation for participating in our census.

Some observations from the front lines:

  • Best costume of the night: a kid dressed as a Ballot Box. His large, square outfit had two holes–one marked McCain and the other marked Obama–and you had to choose into which to deposit the candy. Second best costume(s): an entire family dressed as calacas.
  • Funniest costume: A kid who dressed as himself, but he had tiny hands sticking out of his sleeves. To emphasize this point he took the opportunity usually used to say “trick or treat” to instead scream “I HAVE TINY HANDS!!!”
  • Bananas and penguins, both of which were oddly ubiquitous last year, were nowhere to be seen this. Apparently their 15 minutes of fame is over. We also only saw one Palin, though this was perhaps not an age range in which you’d expect her to predominate. Plenty of Jokers, though. And every third kid was a Spider-Man. It was as if an egg sac burst nearby and 10,000 tiny Spider-Men crawled out.
  • The porch of our house had an over-aggressive smoke machine. It would go off every five minutes and blanket everything in an impenetrable fog. Any kids too slow to evade the miasma of opacity would be trapped, and we would be entertained by assorted shrieks and coconuts-clonking-together sounds as kids walked into each other and banged heads. After the smoke cleared there would typically be three or four children unconscious from asphyxiation just outside the door, which the other kids would blithely walk over in their singleminded pursue of Fun-sized Twizzlers.
  • A neighbor was projecting old horror movies onto the side of his house. I mean really old, like black-and-white era. And, unfortunately, it’s not until you project such a film onto the side of your house that you realize that 97% of such movies consist of three characters standing around in a crypt, delivering long, boring monologues full of expository material. I don’t think I ever once glanced over there and saw anything scary happening. He may as well have been showing My Dinner With Andre/
  • Nobody wants the Dubble Bubble gum. Dubble Bubble just serves as packing peanuts for the other candy in your bag.

NaNoReMo 2008: Lolita Syllabus

Here we go, the 2008 NaNoReMo reading syllabus:

Post Date Chapters to be Discussed
Fri, Nov. 7 Part I, Chapters 1-13
Mon, Nov. 10 Part I, Chapters 14-22
Fri, Nov. 14 Part I, Chapters 23-33
Mon, Nov. 17 Part II, Chapters 1-5
Fri, Nov. 21 Part II, Chapters 6-19
Mon, Nov. 24 Part II, Chapters 20-26
Fri, Nov. 28 Part II, Chapters 27-36

I’ll be reading the The Annotated Lolita. I encourage you to just read the normal book, though. That way I can pawn off the annotators insights and observations as my own and appear smarter than you.

As always, there are absolutely no rules whatsoever regarding NaNoReMo participation. Read the novel, listen to the audiobook, see the movie (or the movie–rated R for “aberrant sexuality”!), or just go to Youtube and watch the seven extant episodes of the short-lived 80’s-era Saturday morning “Lolita” cartoon (too bad it got canceled–it was a great lead-in to Rainbow Brite). However you choose to partake, check-in here on the above dates and join us in the discussion.

Or, if you have a blog and intend to comment on the novel there, let me know the name and URL of your site in the comments and I will add you to the “Reading Along” list. Maybe I’ll even make a snazzy link-back graphic! That’s exactly the sort of thing I would seriously consider but never actually get around to doing

Update: Whoa, what got into me?


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