Whack-A-Mole
In a perfect example of Whack-A-Mole, the gang over in the virtual circus aka Twitter are forwarding results from the counted ridings to our east. No way of separating the wheat from the chaff, but in some future iteration one could know the “election results” without phoning a second cousin that you haven’t seen in years.
While we spin in anticipation, the neighbours to our south are in the streets celebrating. Ding! Dong! The wicked witch is dead. Yes indeed, based on reports from CNN, the most hunted man in the world was terminated with extreme prejudice by a team of Seals. One more reason to leave our cod gobblers alone. In the parallel universe of the “birthers”, a demand to see the long form version of the death certificate has been made.
My return to work went well, but the lights are really bright and there are far too many telephones within earshot. And no access to Oprah. Unfair labour conditions. I’m now faced with choosing my vacation dates. That raises the stress level to HIGH. I can’t forecast the weather that far in advance. What if I hit a rainy spell?
Right now, we’ve got an old SNL skit with Christopher Walken on cable TV. Finally, a tribute to the cowbell in 80’s rock! Here’s a link to the video clip. Blue Oyster Cult never had a better treatment in mainstream comedy! If I buy one, and practice, maybe I can jumpstart that career in rock that I (never) had. Imagine the admiring looks from friends and neighbours.
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Several hours later… the counting is done, and the people have spoken. To quote a famous poem “there is no joy in Mudville; mighty Casey has struck out.”
