Last night was a night that will go down in history as a perfect fall evening: I was challenged to not one, not two, but three
games of Scrabble--all while watching the polls come in. I wasn't worrying about money, because I found out earlier in the day that I won a scholarship for "student who wrote extensively on women's issues. (Apparently writing about menstrual blood's capacity to fertilize household plants qualifies me for this. Realistically speaking though, it was the only award they could give me--there is no award for "student who wrote most extensively about conspiracy theorists and/or sex.") And it gets better--I made a baked cranberry and pecan brie puff pastry, which Natty and I devoured in one sitting. (Three weeks worth of turbojamming can't even begin to counteract that kind of gluttony.) I even discovered that GAYDAR is a playable word, according to the Scrabble dictionary.
And then, to top it all off, there was Obama. We're a continent in awe. Good times are coming.
(Although, I have to admit, I'm tempted to go down to Conspiracy Culture
today to hear what the truthers are saying post-election.)
Congrats on your award!! I knew you would get it. Mostly because you called it last year.ReplyDelete
Can I borrow ten bucks?
I have never been more proud to be an American! The past eight years have been one ideological train-wreck after another after another. Finally -- FINALLY -- we have collectively told the wing-nut wack-jobs to go shit in their hats!ReplyDelete
"Come writers and critics
Who prophesize with your pen
And keep your eyes wide
The chance won't come again
And don't speak too soon
For the wheel's still in spin
And there's no tellin' who
That it's namin'.
For the loser now
Will be later to win
For the times they are a-changin'."