MUGWUMP

GObama!

I've been volunteering for the Obama campaign, mostly rolling calls on phone banks to undeclared voters here in California letting them know that they can vote in the Democratic primary here next Tuesday.  Today I was at the Kodak Theater in Hollywood before the Obama/Clinton debate and as far as visibility, we had more of a presence than the Clinton campaign.  Here are some shots.  (Further down is Wolf Blitzer and L.A. Mayor Antonia Villaraigosa... and then those costume characters were there adding a surreal atmosphere to the whole shebang):

 

Cobra/Baby

So this video is making the rounds.  If you're ophidiphobic, this one's not for you. Apparently... according to one internet video source...  in Asia, children are introduced to de-fanged/neutered snakes so that they grow up not fearing them... perhaps so that they can be effective snake-handlers?? Still... seems screwy to me.

This dream of mine

I just woke up out of a really pleasant dream.  In it, I was riding my motorcycle along with my friend Kevin and his wife Leslie and we pull up to an intersection and there's a motorcycle ahead of us that is having some trouble.  I get off my bike to help out and as we position our bikes to the side of the road the guy having trouble turns out it's Brad Pitt.

Seriously.

He introduces himself and starts to shake my hand but I interject that I've met him before on the day after I first arrived to Los Angeles (which in reality isn't true at all but in the dream it is) so he throws me a hug (at this moment Kevin and Leslie look at me in that "What the f***?" kind of way) and Brad asks if I'll take a look at his motorcycle.

Conveniently, we happen to be standing in front of someone's empty 2 car garage so we take it inside and I get started working on it while Kevin and Leslie head off to find the owners of the house and to grab a couple of drinks. 

Before they return I managed to get Brad's motorcycle working and give it a spin inside the garage and he thanks me and takes off. At this point, John McCain comes in, seeing that I have just fixed Brad Pitt's motorcycle and he asks me to take a look at his.  I realize I'm in John McCain's garage... having sort of broken in with Brad Pitt and used his tools without asking.

So... I look at McCain's motorcycle and realize pretty quickly that the reason it's not starting is because he needs to pull on the choke and that he should have his fuel injection looked at.  He laughs and says in a surprised tone that someone is supposed to look at the fuel injection next week.

Just then Kevin and Leslie show up with McCain's wife... and there were also a couple of mewing kittens now running around the garage.  McCain asks for my number, I give it to him but tell him not to let anyone in his office have it and we shake hands before Kev, Les, and I leave.

And then I wake up.  So I'm thinking that Pitt was maybe an Obama substitute... I don't know... just guessing.  But I most certainly need to stop watching CSPAN in bed before I fall asleep.

Which road will we take?

Who we should all hope for in November:

Who we'll probably get... (and it won't be pretty for a very long time after):

Putting my money where my blog is

Today I signed up to volunteer for Barack Obama wherever they need me for the duration of the campaign.  I'll let you know what comes of it.