Ladies and Gentlemen

I still don't have power, so I'm typing this on my phone. If you thought the Blogger interface was bad on your computer, then I would encourage you to try a it on a phone. For some reason I can only type in the "Edit HTML" tab.

I rushed home from work so I could get here before dark because it's a lot harder to feed my new red and black 100 foot extension cord out the window and across the way to another building when I can see what I'm doing and don't have to try to hold a flashlight between my ear and my shoulder, the way you would a phone when you need both hands for something else.

Then I rushed off to a co-working space which was showing the debate outside on a big, inflatable screen. This was the only way I was going to be able to see the debate. On the way I encountered a group of fifty or so bicyclists who had decided to take up all three lanes of the road, threatening to make me late. No good. I got in the left lane and forced my way through, as some guy yelled at me, "Hey man, this is a peaceful demonstation." To which I responded, "It's nothing of the sort. You're just blocking traffic. Share the road." I went around him and drove through their bike column, watching as they rode right through red lights, protected from the cross traffic by their sense of righteous indignation. I had no more time to deal with these idiots, so I continued rushing to the debate, where I could watch the candidates lie to me while in the company of beardy hipsters in tight pants. Has McCain actually been to Waziristan? Should Obama have gone to Afghanistan as chair of his subcommittee? Do pants need to be that tight?

After all this, it was a joy to watch Spiritualized play. Even if it was at the Meridean, my least favorite venue. Even if I didn't get their usual light show. Long, anthemic space jams were the perfect antidote to the previous hours' venom. I almost didn't go, but I'm glad I did.