No, but...

I'm in bed (or, to be more precise, in couch) with a bad cold and just caught up on The Hills. Is that so wrong? Yeah, we're down to basic cable. You know, doing our part for the economic meltdown. Sad, b/c I've heard good things about True Blood and Dexter. S. did however catch Jennifer Carpenter's turn in Quarantine.

The heart of the matter

Have you been watching "Dexter"? It may have jumped the shark but the insanity is alluring nonetheless. If you haven't seen this season yet, I can bring it with me when I see you next month.

Not Done Crying

from last night. I realized today that in addition to the insane amount of phonebanking of the last few weeks, my main two contributions to Obama's victory were: 1. my lucky jeans (I ended up pulling some sort of James Carville-inspired superstitious stunt by wearing the same pants every day for uh...a while) and 2. my PMS, which may have provided some of the fuel behind the Fillmore District Phonebank in SF ("you will call racist voters in Iowa and Missouri until you lose your voice, BITCH!!!!"). Last night was crazy. I was hugging strangers. Someone lit up a joint on the bus home. I high-fived with my newly reelected city supervisor (Green Party, natch).

Anyway, yep, Prop 8 is in the bag. SF Chronicle reports that we've already filed a suit challenging it today. I'm pissed because the No campaign may have ignored central California, which is pretty much like central PA, if you know what I mean.

WE WON!

WE WON!WE WON!WE WON!WE WON!WE WON!WE WON!WE WON!WE WON!

I've lost my voice from screaming in the streets of West Philly with a group of lesbian former nuns. Good night all in all.

Any news on prop 8?

Outta My Way

I'm sorry, this is another politics-related post, but I am OBSESSED with John McCain's cock-blocking of Tom Brokaw's teleprompter at the end of the debate last night:





that's not quite the right image, but the blurry head gives you the idea.




My new favorite button:

I think someone rigged Bush's mike

So, my new TV obsession is the quasi-liberal talk shows on MSNBC. David G. introduced me to the wonder that is the news spin cycle served with part Jon Stewart, part MoveOn light-outrage stylings. Plus, they're an hour long and all cover the same stories! Plus, they feature the first (to my knowledge) butch lesbian on TV!

Anyway, I'm watching Bush's speech on the economic meltdown right now, and there is a definite squeaking/grinding noise coming through between his words. Either he's just a little too close to the mike, or someone has decided to fart into another mike somewhere. It's keeping my mind off what he's saying, at least.