"Well, Shadowedge," (I say to myself), "where have you been?"
"ummmmmm... On the Moon. With Steve.* "
"Oh really? And the Moon, I suppose, has no Internet?"
At this point, I realize that things have degenerated into silliness, and stop. But here I am, at long last.
Did'ya miss me? Did you notice I was gone?
And why am I posting tonight, of all nights? Well... I've been contemplating hope. The last evil in Pandora's box, after all the others were released into the world. I could use a little hope. But I'm trying, according to Slovotsky's** law (the number of which I cannot remember) : "When you really want something, try to want it a little less. "
This is my second presidential election where I have been of age to vote. After my first attempt to elect someone I liked failed miserably, I'm crossing fingers, toes and everything else that can be crossed. Yes, that includes my legs. But if things go well, there will be some celebrating. If things go badly... well, there is a lot of rum with my name on it waiting for me.
Wait... Really? Obama won? While I was writing this?
McCain is making his concession speech...
Oh my. A rush of relief breaks over me. And that is enough for now.
Thank you, everyone who voted.
* This is a bit from an Eddie Izzard show. I recommend it highly.
** From Joel Rosenberg's "Guardians of the Flame" series.