Well, hooray!

The honking horns and cheering were really nice last night. It all made me smile. Today is a good day.

Someone had a nice quote regarding Liddy Dole: "Didn't anyone tell Liddy that a nasty Southern woman is an unfortunate thing?" Bless her heart, she's outta here- back to Kansas with you, nasty opportunist.

I'm glad the country has a shot at fixing the mess we are in. A thinking man who can see multiple sides of issues as president... aaaahhhh... now that's a relief.

I really like this picture...

Mountain Goats and a Shooting Star

Went to see the Mountain Goats tonight. I inexplicably like him a whole lot. Usually not my genre, but well, sometimes I guess it doesn't matter. He played a song based on Mario Brothers, so eh, what the heck. Only two bad lyrical faux pas, numeration and the use of the "like a child" simile. At least he didn't use a season theme or metaphor, that's just too big of a lyrical sin.

It was a good show, in spite of being at the very uncomfortable Cats Cradle (so glad its smoke free now, whoowee, but why are venues always so damn uncomfortable? my feet and back are killing me). I recommend going to see him if you get a chance. Merci buckets to Mr. Pardue for the tics.

And on the way back home we saw a large, bright shooting star. Super cool. I can't recollect ever seeing one before.