November 3rd, 2004


Well, thank God that's over.

At this point, anyone that can do the math can see that W's going to be around for four more years, this time with an actual majority in the popular vote to go with a solid win in the Electoral College. It's not a win on the scale of Bush/Dukakis or Reagan/Mondale, but it's a clear win and ought to put an end to the "selected not elected" noise.

Personally, I don't feel like gloating (Will Collier has that more than adequately covered) but it does seem to me that the Democrats need to step back and re-evaluate their love affair with the politics of hate. Some of them seem to be doing that already - Barack Obama looks and sounds remarkably moderate, a fellow I might could have voted for if I lived down in Illinois. That's for them to sort out, though. One good start would be to look around at the Republicans you know and realize that they are, in fact, fairly typical of the party, which is not in fact made up mostly of Nazis, Klan members and theocrats.

I see that Cobb is calling bullshit on the folks complaining about the GOP trying to suppress black turnout, and offering a reward for any proof of same. I'll bet nobody takes him up on his offer.

Party 'til the pundits puke

The election night party went fairly well, with the caveats that we never did get a decent Internet connection and the room turned out not to have a radio in it - so we spent most of the night watching Channel 9 (FOX) and marveling at how incredibly hot Robyne Robinson is while cursing the networks for not calling various states as we thought appropriate. Occasionally we got bored and watched The Mark of Zorro or just channel-surfed.

Attendance was good: qob, danae, phoenixalpha, jamestrainor and a couple other folks showed up, and the last of us called it quits about 1 AM. Much cheese was consumed, along with most of danae's excellent cranberry bread, cookies, and pop, and there weren't a lot of leftovers to drag home. Yay.

Even though I only got four hours of sleep last night, I managed to make it in on time and feel somewhat better now after eating breakfast-like food and drinking about half a mug (the large plastic kind) of Caribou Sumatra. Ohhhhh yeahhhh.
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MyBurger isn't.

When I spend $7 on a burger, even if it is a burger in downtown Minneapolis, I want a world-class burger, damn it. Unfortunately, that's not what I got at the new MyBurger in Six Quebec, which opened today. The double cheeseburger did indeed come with a substantial quantity of beef, but the cheese was routine American-flavored pasteurized processed cheese-like food product, not cheddar or Monterey Jack or some other quality breed of cheese. There was also nothing particularly special about the beef, either, which was fried instead of grilled. Finally, the bun may have been buttered but it didn't seem to have been either toasted or grilled/fried.

All in all, I would have been better off ankling over to Burger King for a Whopper, or better yet (for my waistline) to Subway for the roast beef sub.
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