OK, this is really stupid, but it’s also really funny.

http://i.euniverse.com/funpages/cms_content/13180/HillaryCondi_HoDown.swf  

I wrote this blog entry that included:

1.  election strange results

2.  reaction, overall, at Dems’ takeover of Congress

3.  my wish list for things Dems should do first.

Unfortunately, it got erased.  I have no idea where it went or how to get it back.

I’ll try again another time, it’s just too discouraging right now.

It’s about 1 a.m. Wed and McCaskill declared victory in Missouri and Webb just did the same in Virginia.  However, incumbent Sens. Talent and Allen have not conceded. 

It’ll be much later before all the House races are in, but it’s sure the Democrats will take the majority in a shattering reversal of GOP fortunes that exceeded my ability to hope.

Good day to be blue, even in Oklahoma with Gov. Henry’s drubbing of Ernie Istook.

g’nite

My son in law, Jesse, is home safe from his tour of duty in Iraq and being put to good use running errands as of last Friday.

My prayers were answered and I’m very grateful.

I’m proud of you, Jesse, and I’m glad you’re home with my grandkids. 

As many of you know, I’m often surprised that I have not already been crowned Emperor, philosopher king and benign sovereign of the world.  Confident in my ultimate destiny being fulfilled, I’ve begun to make a list of the things I’ll do once I ascend to the throne.

Today, another new law made the list.

Anyone in reverse gear in their vehicle who is also talking on a cell phone will be immediately beheaded without trial.  Especially if they are pulling out in front of me at Nichols Hills Starbucks.

Earlier laws have included:

No Speedos in size larger than 42″ waist

No Spandex pants larger than ladies’ size 8

No denim skirts shorter than they are wide.

Don’t fuck with me until I’ve had a cup of coffee and a smoke

I feel confident that as the world sees what a deep thinking and benevolent kind of emperor I’d make, that I can get fitted for the purple and gold just any day.

Just saw the movie and Annette Bening is Oscar worthy. Wow.

I’ve mentioned before that I’ve been spending a lot of time at home and a lot of the time I spend at home, I’ve been using to pour over polling data.

As the weather’s become cooler, Sinatra has become more cuddly and will beg to be picked up and curl in my lap for some extra-curricular petting whilst I average polls and color red to blue on a powerpoint map.

Last night, Sinatra interrupted and wanted to talk politics and I thought it was interesting enough to share.

“Belly rub?” Sinatra said.  It’s what he calls me, he doesn’t know my name.  It’s confusing sometimes because I don’t know if he wants my attention or if he actually wants a belly rub.  “Belly rub?”, he said, as I rubbed his belly, giving me a clue that he actually wanted to talk.

“What is it, Sinatra?”

“I want to vote against George Bush,” he said.

“I don’t think you can do that, Sinatra.  He’s not on the ballot this year,” I told him.  I didn’t want to tell him that cats can’t vote, he’d have been offended and scratched me.

“Well, I want to vote for some Democrat,” he said.

“Why?” I reasonably asked, forgetting for the moment that I was actually having a conversation with a cat.

“Well, didn’t you tell me the United States has the best military in the world?”

“Yes.  We have the best of everything.  We have the most powerful army, navy and air force.  We spend more on our military than the whole rest of the world combined,” I told him.

“Isn’t Jesse in the army?”, Sinatra asked.  Sinatra knows that my son-in-law, Jesse, has been in Iraq and is a captain in the artillary, so I knew this was just a set-up, but sometimes Sinatra’s memory about people isn’t so good, so it could also have been an honest question. 

“Yes,” I said.  “He just came out and we expect him home any time.”

“He was a good soldier, wasn’t he?”

“Of course, Sinatra.  We have a few soldiers who aren’t so good, but most of them are very good and Jesse is one of the very good ones.”

“So, we have good soldiers, too, don’t we?”

“Yes,” I said.  “All my life, I’ve been told how good a job our military does and how good the soldiers are and I guess they actually are pretty good.”

“Is the Iraq insurgency have bigger guns?”

“That’s a strange question, Sinatra.  No, they don’t have bigger guns, we have bigger guns.”

“Do they have better planes?”

“Sinatra, they don’t have any planes at all.”

“Do they have bigger bombs?”

“No, we have the biggest bombs of anyone in the world.  Our bombs are even smart.”

“Do they have a better navy?”

“No.  This is getting boring, Sinatra.  They don’t have any navy at all.”

“I guess their soldiers are better than Jesse and the other good soldiers,” he said, rolling over for a stroke behind the ears.

“No, Sinatra, they don’t have better soldiers.”

“Is it the American troops’ fault that we’re losing in Iraq?”

“Of course not, Sinatra.  No.”

“Who’s in charge of the army, belly rub?” he asked, once again turning so I could stroke his expanding girth.

“Well, Sinatra, I guess President Bush is the commander in chief and he’s in charge of the Army.”

“That’s why I want to vote for a Democrat, belly rub.”

He jumped down and strutted off in that “I-used-to-have-big-furry-balls” bowlegged, self satisfied way of his, having made his point.

My cat is doing the most amazing thing.

Tonight was Paseo dinner and movie night.

The Debster has a little ritual she goes through every week of moving the couch so that Sinatra can retreive his rattling plastic toy balls.

We throw the ball and he plays fetch during the movie.

I disapprove, but since I do it myself, I can’t complain.

Everyone’s gone now and the cat is still enthralled with his toy.

I’m pouring over political polling blah blah blogblah and the cat is playing with the toy so nearby and so enthusiastically that I have to look.

He’s taking the ball in his mouth, jumping into the air, tossing the ball with his head and swatting the ball midair with his right paw.

He’s done it three times now.

Wow.

Very entertaining.

That is all.

I am bored at work today.

I’ve been a “good boy” for several weeks in a row and worked like it was the way I support myself, but today I’m procrastinating something fierce.

It’s too pretty out to be inside when the top is down on my Mid-Life-Chrysler.

Especially since I know the weather is going south again tomorrow and today should be enjoyed while we can.

Besides, nothing is pressing.  That’s a function of having been a good boy earlier, of course, and that way of thinking, as they say, that way madness lies.  If I don’t pay attention to the Crowe & D Summary Judgment Motion on my desk now, I’ll be paying the price later.

I hate it that procrastination and masturbation end up being the same thing: just screwing yourself.

But there’s this patch of sun that I know my cat is enjoying…

And I just ate lunch and would love love love to lie down for a nap …

Sinatra would come in yelping about “where are you?” and I’d answer and he’d jump up on the bed and sniff my hands and ears and, after flirting with the idea of attacking my toes, he’d curl up alongside my thigh …

And, then I’d sleep through the pretty day instead of enjoying it.

So, I guess there’s nothing for it other than to complain to the cyberspace and push around some paper.

But I sure am having a hard time giving a good damn about that legal research I’m supposed to be doing.

OK.  This is about me me me me.

It’s for MY benefit.

I just had to put in the blog that I’ve passed a milestone in my legal career this past weekend.

I actually, really and no kidding did some work that I brought home.

Yep.

For once, I not only brought work home, I also actually did the work. 

Even though it was boring.

Only an alcoholic who’s clinically depressed could be proud of doing what everyone is supposed to do anyway, but there you have it.

I’m giving myself kudos for putting together invoices to bill clients so i can make a real living.

Just like grownups and everything.

I don’t care if you don’t care, it’s a big deal to me for me.

So there.

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