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The true nature of the 2008 presidential election battle will be between two competing powers:

John McCain’s ability to be older than things

vs.

Barack Obama’s ability to transcend things.

Obama could be in trouble due to McCain’s familiarity with the Eldritch Powers of the Forgotten Age, from before the dawn of Mankind, but perhaps before the old man can get that kind of thing in gear, Obama will already have transcended, not just race and partisanship, but space and time.

John McCain is so old that he has actually, non-ironically, called his wife a “trollop”.

I’ve heard that in business and politics many issues are settled on the golf course. On the one hand, McCain may well be old enough to have witnessed the entirety of this sport’s modern age, but I’m pretty sure Barack Obama has 65 career PGA Tour wins. Even if I’m wrong, he can probably transcend the sand traps and perhaps even the putting green.

Turned my massive air conditioner on tonight, since it’s supposed to be really warm for a few days at least.  So far the new compy and the AC haven’t managed to flip any of my breakers, which is good.  I hate old wiring.

Hopped up to Starbucks to grab some cold tea, and one of their, like, quintessential organic vegan fair trade environmentalists responded to mention of AC: “Yeah, I turned on my AC last night. I don’t care about global warming. I don’t care about energy conversation. It is waaay too hot.”

Had a nice dinner with Fitz and Shanon at Pac East today. I hadn’t eaten there in … at least a year I think. You can eat for reasonable there, but I think it is maybe better to spend more money and get like four or five different soup/salad/appetizer/sushi things. I had some Beef Satay, Takoyaki (octopus balls), curry puffs, marinated eel, and some miso. And that worked out pretty well.

Also apparently a new asian fusion place is opening where que tal’s chalk outline currently resides. Who the hell ate at Que Tal anyway? This place is going to have to compete with Mint Cafe and Pac East, but there might be enough zomg-is-dat-sum-asia hipsters around Coventry to support it. Also they have a picture of a chef posing with hulk hogan.

Today began my first earnest attempt to resume my not-death-ercise routine, after the intermittent local weekly anime night among aging Ziggurati.  So I had company in the honorable Mr. Fitzpatrick.

Headed up toward Coventry Road from Overlook, Fitz pointed up ahead on the sidewalk and said “Hey, that guy is proposing to that girl.”

And so he was, kneeling down, presenting ring, etc. She was apparently pretty keen on the idea, judging from the subsequent kiss.

We clapped.

They blushed.

I’m pretty sure this is the first time I’ve ever actually seen a marriage proposal take place.

Saul Tigh Peronal Log: Have begun to suspect Baltar designed as pleasure-bot, irresistible to female models. Plan to test hypothesis at next meet-up.

At the meet-up…
Saul: Tory I think you should have sex with Baltar…because, uh, he might know something useful.
Tory: Ugh. No.
Saul: It’s not like you have to bend-over for him!
Tory: *glower*
Saul: …
Tory: Yeah okay.
Saul: And just in case he lies about it later, take this video camera.
Tory: I mean I guess he is sort of…handsome.

Later…
Tory: *sob*
LOLtar: Are you…crying?
Tory: Yeah, it’s uh, something I do during sex. I’m sorry.
LOLtar: Oh don’t be sorry baby. I get it. You’re a woman. You’re full of these “feelings”. Hey, I have feelings too. One time when I accidentally betrayed the entire human race for the second time, I felt really…uh, what’s the word. Like, hmm. “Squirmy.” Very squirmy. No fun at all.
Tory: Really?
LOLtar: Yeah! But I mean then I figured, it’s okay. Feeling squirmy sometimes just means I’m human.
Tory: Wow, you’re so wise LOLtar. Wise and…sexy.
LOLtar: I know, I know.
Tory: What about cylons? Do you think they have feelings?
LOLtar: Sure, whatever.  Bend-over for me baby!
Tory: Okay!

Later…
Saul: I can’t believe I got her to tape this.
Saul: Arrrrrrrrr!

I have compiled the following 8-question-quiz, which viewers of the new Battlestar Galactica series may use to ascertain the comprehension level of other viewers:

For each of the following events, state whether it would make it more or less likely that Lt. Geta is a cyclon?

1. Geta strangles a cylon to death.
2. Geta sleeps with a 6.
3. Geta sleeps with Starbuck.
4. The last model is revealed to be Starbuck.
5. The last model is revealed to be Adama.
6. The last model is revealed to be Baltar.
7. Geta sleeps with Baltar.
8. The last model is revealed to be Geta.

I dunno if anime is supposed to be mainstream or something these days, but the university anime society still seems to attract a lot of people with the kinds of personality traits that get you auto-marginalized in our society.

It reminds me of the Morlocks.

La Cave du Vin is one of the few real honest good things Cleveland has to offer, and if you’re ever in the neighborhood and capable of appreciating good beer and/or wine, you should stop by Coventry village and try it out.

The first time is always weird, because you have to look up where it is or be escorted there by somebody else, and you see the sign and walk in and go down the steps and…there is nothing there. You look around and there is a utility closet or something that seems to have a La Cave du Vin flyer on the door. Is this it? You cautiously open the door, and inside there is this otherspace. Christmas lights strung about light up the wine bottles and it seems like there’s not too many people there because the place doesn’t really heat up until around 11. There is some psychadelic electronica trance or indie rock playing in the background. You sit at the bar and a guy in tattoos or with an enormous beard or somebody comes up and asks you what you’d like.

… You have no idea. I mean, what the hell is this place. Well, what’s on tap anyway? They run through it and you ask for something, or aren’t sure, and they’re like, well, what kind of thing do you like. I like guiness I guess. Okay, try this. And you do. And it’s good. Because this place is SO pretentious that rather than scorn they have PRIDE; and they will find something for you. List of adjectives? We’ll see what we’ve got. Oh you like that? Want to buy the last bottle I’ve got? You won’t find this anywhere else in the midwest. Only here, because I like it and happen to have imported a few bottles.

If I don’t wake up sick tomorrow I’m going to be fairly convinced that my immune system is now powered by coffee.

I am presently fascinated by my boots. My tennis shoes are rather old and worn and not even a little water resistant. But I put the boots on, and, and…it’s like there’s this entire universe between my feet and the wet cold snowy ground. The universe of boot.