I guess when people got to know me from the last post, a large percentage liked what they heard, and then it went viral…

But really– what are the odds a white male can get elected President?

In the immortal words of Jon Lovitz and the meme picked up from the distant but not forgotten Lisa Sullivan:

1. What is your occupation right now? VP,Production/Utility Infielder, ComicMix.

2. What color are your socks right now? Black.

3. What are you listening to right now? Wind chimes and a distant highway.

4. What was the last thing that you ate? Ham on a bagel. Hah!

5. Can you drive a stick shift? Hell yes.

6. Last person you spoke to on the phone? A telemarketer asking why I left Verizon (because Verizon cut access to the alt. newsgroups, and you should leave them for that reason too).

7. Do you like the person who sent this to you? Oh mais oui.

8. How old are you today? 39.

9. What is your favorite sport to watch? I’m not sure it counts as a sport. If it does, it’s rarely considered a spectator sport. And like most sports, it’s more fun to watch live, and even more fun if you’re playing.

10. What is your favorite drink? Alcoholic: Ice wine. Nonalcoholic: Diet Pepsi Max, lord help me.

11. Have you ever dyed your hair? Occasionally whitened for theatrical reasons. And yes, some of it’s still in there. Honest.

12. Favorite food? Roast beef on toasted garlic bread with melted mozzerella and bacon. (Damn. Now I’m hungry.)

13. What is the last movie you watched? Shoot ‘Em Up.

14. Favorite day of the year? Thanksgiving.

15. How do you vent anger? I have a punching bag in the basement.

16. What was your favorite toy as a child? Merlin.

17. What is your favorite season? Swimsuit.

18. Cherries or Blueberries? Cherries.

19. Do you want your friends to e-mail you back? If they don’t want me to wonder about them.

20. Who is the most likely to respond? To email? Probably Mike Gold.

21. Who is least likely to respond? The dead ones.

22. Living arrangements? Brownstone.

23. When was the last time you cried? Last week.

24. What is on the floor of your closet? Shoes and probably a hairball.

25. Who is the friend you have had the longest that you are sending this to? Lord, I don’t know who’s going to read this– if it’s who I think it is, say hi to the kids for me.

26. What did you do last night? Stayed up way too late.

27. What inspires you? If I knew, it wouldn’t be an inspiration, it would be a routine. But knowing that what I do goes out into the world in directions I can’t predict to effect things in ways I can’t anticipate and can never fully explain or even know– that’s impressive.

28. What are you most afraid of? Willful, premeditated, and sustained ignorance.

29. Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers? Plain.

30. Favorite cat breed? They have breeds? I’ve only had mutts.

31. Favorite day of the week? I don’t have one. Weekends are usually pretty good.

32. How many states have you lived in? Four: New York, New Jersey, Pennsylvania, and Georgia.

Neil Cavuto courageoulsy says that he "will conveniently destroy this message in the event I’m wrong" and gosh, I just can’t let him do it. We should keep it for posterity. After all, I count two things that are wrong in the article already, so it may disappear any minute. See if you can spot them.

Cavuto: The Democrats are Done

It’s August.

It’s early.

But for Democrats, it’s over.

Over. Done. Fini.

At the risk of sounding like I’ve snapped…allow me this snap judgment.

The Democrats have just lost the presidency this week.

For them, a horrible week.

So horrible…so discombobulated. So inconsistently communicated and messaged, that they’ve lost their message.

And I think, this election too.

Because here’s the deal as we end this week, my friends.

The Dems…are done.

I know. Laugh all you want. And I will conveniently destroy this message in the event I’m wrong.

But here’s why I don’t think I am.

During this crucial defining period that brought a Russian bear out of hibernation and a befuddled Nancy Pelosi into drilling reality…allow me to drill home this point.

Democrats lost a lot of mojo this week, their only saving grace that it’s an August week.

I don’t think that will save them.

Not when Russia threatens a new Cold War and the best their presumptive nominee can do is offer hope warring parties could put aside their hostilities…

While his opponent calls Russia what it clearly was and is: a bully. And a bully that must be dealt with.

And if his presidential metal wasn’t tested enough…Barack Obama caves to Hillary Clinton and allows a roll call vote. He’s doing it for all good and decent reasons. But nothing good or decent will come of it….her supporters still don’t flip over him, no matter what he does to accommodate them.

He’s given Hillary a prime time speech. Bill a prime time speech. Chelsea a prime time speech. Is Sox the Cat still around?

My god, who won this damn thing? Show some backbone, man!

Then in the middle of the week Obama’s economic team comes out with this grand explanation of a tax cut package that reminds all again…not of cuts promised for the middle class…but serious hikes for those who don’t much consider themselves above middle class.

And charges again that these new numbers "still" don’t add up as we explored on this very show.

On the very same week Nancy Pelosi read the furor among her own members and decided to backtrack on that no-drilling vote thing.

Not good things for a party that said it would lead the charge.

It shouldn’t be this way…with the slowing economy, democrats should be running away.

But they look weak on a military crisis.

Inconsistent on an economic crisis.

And impotent on their own brewing political convention crisis.

Things change. Tides ebb and flow.

But I think we will look back to this week in August as the time the party that had it all in the bag…just puked in it.

Let’s see. It’s presidential mettle, not metal; and Socks the cat, not Sox. And the rest of the ways Cavuto’s wrong will become obvious later. But no later than November, I suspect.

Prompted by the reminder of Jim Macdonald’s Gnomic Verses from his dad, I have to add some of my own gleaned wisdom:

* When hanging upside down from a seatbelt, see if the other person in the car knows how to get out first.

* No matter how stupid you think people are, they’re stupider.

* You don’t have to worry about preparing a will if you’re never going to die.

* The advantages inherent in being tall make up for the fact that you’ll never fit in an airplane seat.

* You never know what bit of history is going to come in useful.

* Know what you’re doing before you gamble.

* No matter where you go, no matter what you do, no matter what troubles you may encounter in your life– there are nine hundred million people in China who really don’t give a shit. So you might as well be happy.

If you can start the day without caffeine,
If you can always be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains,
If you can resist complaining and boring people with your troubles,
If you can eat the same food every day and be grateful for it,
If you can understand when your loved ones are too busy to give you any time,
If you can overlook it when those you love take it out on your when through no fault of yours something goes wrong,
If you can take criticism and blame without resentment,
If you can resist treating a rich friend better than a poor friend,
If you can face the world without lies and deceit,
If you can conquer tension without medical help,
If you can relax without liquor,
If you can sleep without the aid of drugs,
If you can honestly say that deep in your heart you have no prejudice against creed, color, religion, gender preference, or politics…

Then you have reached the same level of development as your dog.

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Picked up from here. Cheery, ain’t it?

Or at least, where in the country. Grabbed from Dave Mack:

visited 25 states (50%)
Create your own visited map of The United States or determine the next president

I gotta get out more.