Happy Mardi Gras, y'all. Mardi Gras, as you may know, is the one day of the year when New Orleans is less violent than Seattle. Seattle is a nice town, but we don't do hedonism very well. And I could sure do with some king cake and some worthless plastic beads! There is no purer joy on earth than that of catching worthless plastic beads. Honestly.
And of course, happy Super Duper Tuesday. I am so on the edge of my seat about this election. (Did that come off as sarcasm? I'm completely sincere.) I'm a bit panicky about it, even. The Democrats are like my abusive--or possibly just negligent--boyfriend. They promise me the moon, they beat me up, they break my heart, and I just keep coming back for more.
I never would have thought there could be a Democratic woman candidate that I would be as little excited about as I am excited about Hillary Clinton, but here I am. Once the Clinton campaign started pulling pages directly out of Karl Rove's playbook, the glory of potentially having a woman president dimmed quite a bit.
So if you live in a Super State, I urge you to go out and cast your vote for Obama--or, failing that, how about Romney? Because I think McCain could win.