Exciting Update.

Things are pretty sedate at casa de Droid Whisperer. My lap top died a few weeks ago, which goes part of the way in explaining my lack of posting (if I can't write from my recliner while watching bad movies I seem to be less motivated).

I just noticed that I got my first spam comment on that Sarah Silverman video I posted a while ago. Penis sized & potency seemed to be involved, I didn't look that closely, and I'm going to go delete it shortly.

My sister is one of the masterminds behind 30 Hour Day. Go check it out.

Also of interest is Fictional Film Club by my friend The Legendary Black Marquis. The Marquis writes real reviews for non existent films, an idea that as soon as I heard it I kicked myself for not having. He does it better than I would though, so the world is a richer place.

I am also currently running for reelection to the Burnside Chief Steward position at Local 5. Wish me luck, and if you are a fellow Local 5 member, I would greatly appreciate your vote.

Election Night: Beer Four, Shot One

Well, it's been a good night so far. I'm a little worried about 64, Merkley, and measure 8 in California. Hoping for the best.

Mood: Tired, but good

Inebreation: Pleasently Drunk

Election Night: Beer Three, Shot One

Love John Stewart. Feeling the booze.

We won.

Mood: Estatic

Ineibreation: Lightly drunk.

Election Night: Beer Three

I'm settling into my third beer now, and am eyeballing the bottle of Bushmills. I'm starting to feel the drink, and thanks to twitter am thinking of, and missing Hunter S. Thompson.

The math looks good. McCain has to pull multiple rabbits out of his ass to win. Looks good.

Mood: Whistful, happy, and Hunter S. Thompsonish

Inebreation: Safe to operate a microwave, but should probably stay away from the car.

Election Night: Beer Two

Beer two, doing well. Joined Twitter, and discovered that some one else is already xithor, so I'm droidwhisperer instead.

Elizabeth Dole lost her seat, how glorious.

Mood: Good, but want to hunt & kill the usuper of my name.

Inebreation (man that's hard to spell): Feeling fine

Election Night: Beer One

It's early. I'm half way through my first beer (Newcastle: A British beer for an American election).

A bottle of Bushmills and a shot glass lie in wait for celebration and/or wallowing in sorrow.

Look to others for results, come here to gauge my mood and inebreation level.

Mood: Optomistic, but wary

Inebreation: Minimal