WTF Is It Now?!?

'Twas the night before something

As the Rude Pundit says, it's been a "savage season." I feel as though it's the night before Christmas, and there must still be something on my to-do list, but I can't remember what it is, and anyway, all the stores are closed. Now it's time to stay put and let things happen.

So the Rovo-calls will stop soon, just because it'll be Wednesday, and the network exit polls are quarantined. I voted at lunchtime, and the Diebold machines were so new I could smell fresh hardware. (Yeah, I'm a geek.)

It's going to be a long afternoon before the polls close. Tonight it'd be nice to get drunk, we hope with joy and relief, and Wonkette is here to help us out with the boozing part. In the meantime you can have fun with the Ted Haggard Excuse-O-Meter, look at some sour-faced felines, play with some cool interactive art, and make sure you've got enough Cuervo in the house.

Oh, yeah, and surf the web for exit poll leaks. *jones* *jones*

--dg
















"No, kitty, don't start drinking yet!"