It’s all About Virginia…

Montana and Missouri have gone Dem. What happens in Virginia will now determine the fate of the Senate and the next two years.

Nails. Bitten.

What a Night!

The Senate is still up for grabs. Races in Missouri, Virginia, and Montana have yet to be decided and won’t be finalized until tomorrow morning at the earliest. I’m watching a little dumb TV and going to bed soon.

Close races are the best kind. On to tomorrow and the next two years…

WTF Election Coverage?

Why the hell have all the networks save CNN stopped election coverage? Why is the fate of the United States Senate being upstaged in favor of idle chit-chat from Larry King?

We Are in the House:

CNN reports that the Democrats have taken control of the House of Representatives. Nancy Pelosi from the great city of San Francisco will be the first female Speaker of the House in United States history.

Hallafrickinlulljah.

The Eerie Election:

The run-up to next Tuesday’s election is getting weirder by the day. First I found this NY Times story which has corporate America pouring donations into to the coffers of Democratic candidates in a classic case of trying to befriend the winning team before the opening pitch. At the same time, the Washington Post reports (via Davenetics) that Republicans are leaning on the last remaining crutches of the desperate. “It’ll be worse with the other guys!”

I fail to see how it could.

Meanwhile, from Bob Garfield’s blog at Advertising Age, the ads the Republican National Committee are running against Tennessee Senate candidate Harold Ford, who (no points here), is black.

That may be the slimiest thing I’ve ever seen. And I’ve been to a sploshing party.

24 Hours of Big Anouncements:

The Huffington Post has reported that Rep. Jack Murtha will announce today that he’s calling for the resignation of Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld.

Around this time yesterday, Apple unveiled iTunes 7.0 and a bunch of other cool stuff. Engadget has a complete rundown.

I’d like to sample the former and kick the latter to the curb.

Where were you?

At home in bed. I had stayed up too late the night before, working and had called my trainer to ask if we could work out in the afternoon instead of the morning. Fast asleep, I was awakened by a phone call from my friend Britton, who didn’t even say hello.

“Kevin, the World Trade Center has collapsed”

I spent a few groggy moments on the phone while I turned on CNN and try to make sense of it.

The rest of the morning I was on the phone or emailing, with friend, family every I though think of within a hundred miles of New York, Washington DC or Pennsylvania. That afternoon my friend Laura and I walked around the neighborhood in a haze, bought sandwitches and rented the movie The Best Years of Our Lives.

We still talk every year on Sept. 11. To remember.

Where were you?

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