One of the finalist captions for this week's New Yorker Caption Contest (cartoon of a politician giving a speech to woodland creatures):

"Read my lips -- no new taxidermy."

My submitted caption:

"Read my lips -- no new axes."

SO CLOSE! Grar.

And probably the last one for another.

Obama: 53.9 percent and 382 EV
Dems get 10 senate seats for 61
Dems get 35 house seats for 268

I am much, much more nervous than these predictions indicate.

Who would have thunk it?

So last night I had a dream in which George Bush and I had a lengthy discussion about The Death of Artemio Cruz, a book which I have never read. I have to say dream-Bush really impressed me with his literary side.

Also, tons of good things keep happening. You probably know about most of them.

I've just arrived this evening at my aunt and uncle's beautiful house in Napa, after five days in Bethesda, four in Seattle, and about two and a half in San Francisco. I'm here (with the exception of a brief trip to Sonoma) until Sunday, when I return to Chicago. A more extensive post-mortem (or should I say post-modem?) is forthcoming. Suffice ( Read more... )

I'm not sure which I was more surprised by as I listened to the radio on the way to the bank and the dentist this afternoon: the resignation of Attorney General Gonzales, or that Z104 (home to the boy bands and Natalie Imbruglia-types back in the day), which had become WGMS (all classical, all the time) is now Praise 104.1, playing exclusively ( Read more... )

I love it.

Happy raving that might transcend into slight boasting below, so I've cut so you have fair warning.

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Long, potentially boring post about the most amazing baseball game ever below. If you don't care about baseball, this will undoubtedly be a yawner. So I've cut to spare you.

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This afternoon I got assigned a 2000 word story on boric acid lubricants. With a deadline of next Wednesday. And I was PUMPED.


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Today I lost my debit card, had a terribly blocked up ear canal, and had a nearly impossible time finding shirts with 36/37 sleeves at the various department stores on State Street, and yet it was still a pretty good day. I got to write a story on a gypsy moth infestation on the Argonne site, which was much more exciting than you might think.