I won't talk about that right now (hint! Barack Obama is fucking awesome), since there is something more important. While waiting in line (FOREVER), I got a 9/11 Truth balloon! It says things like "9/11 = Inside Job" and has conspiracy theory urls and it is just about the best thing in the world. Even better than the karaoke bar I stopped in on the way home (to get some hot and sour soup), and that was pretty damn awesome. I will blow it up and take pictures and you will all be amazed and jealous.
So I just got back from the Harry Potter release at the local Barnes and Noble, and I am awesome. Let me explain. I have spread the Evil Word about the Dark Lord. Before I went, I made, like, fifty copies of It's GOOD To Be A Wizard: A Comprehensive Guide For The Discriminating Pureblood (properly credited, of course) (it's from an RP, you may have to scroll down to get to the pamphlet itself) and put on a suit, some nice pants, a dress shirt and a tie. And then I went to spread the Evil Word.
Of course, I'm not very good at walking up to people and saying "Have you accepted Voldemort as your Dark Lord and Savior?" or "Can I show you some literature on Death Eating?" So I got there, with my laptop case full of pamphlets --- one of which was leather-bound (well, was bound to a large leather wallet-like-thing) --- and walked around, for, like, ten minutes, failing to work up the nerve to say anything to anyone. Then genius struck. I wrote on a sheet of paper I stuck in my front pocket:
ASK ME ABOUT THE DARK LORD.
Well, I shouldn't have to tell you what happened then: I moved almost every copy, and got a hot boy dressed up as Harry Potter (note, since the context might make that statement sound kind of creepy, I want to note that this boy was 20-ish) to recite an oath to the Dark Lord. It was sweet. I feel so incredibly virtuous.
ETA: Oh man, clearly I can't write when I'm high on endorphins. Whatever.
So I wiped out biking down Woodstock (it's a fairly steep hill, and I fucked up the turn into Reed) just now, and immediately, a voice out of nowhere (I didn't see anyone) asked "Are you okay?" I replied that I was (since it was mainly a blow to my pride, rather than my body), and that was that. I never saw the person, but it made the whole experience infinitely better.
So the Democrats are having a debate. You know. Now. I have come up with a good drinking game in the last couple seconds: Drink every time someone says "my plan" or "i have a plan" or "my website" or "i introduced a bill". And drink every time Mike Gravel says something insane. And drink every time Hillary shoots someone a killing look. Since this is at a black university, drink every time someone says "Some of my best friends are black" or "My friend ____, who is african-american".
And I'm going to liveblog. Because, why the fuck not? (All times Pacific.)
7:25 Cornell West is totally fucking crazy man! I bet he and Mike Gravel are going to sneak off after the show and spark some good shit. THE END.
7:24 Mike Gravel goes out on a laugh. At his expense. Huzzah!
7:22 Bill Richardson goes out refusing to shut the fuck up. True to form. So does John Edwards.
7:19 Dennis Kucinich: "I went back to Ohio. But my city was gone. There was no train station. There was no downtown. South Howard had disappeared. All my favorite places. My city had been pulled down. Reduced to parking spaces. A. O. Way to go Ohio."
Oh my god. This is so amazing. Fuck Weird Al and Stephen Lynch, THIS is musical comedy. This song just makes me so happy. It's so CUTE.
I need to go listen to more Linkin Park. Maybe then I can try Good Charlotte or something. Anyone have any suggestions? Fuck, does anyone even know who the current annoying emo wangsty Hot Topical tween sensation is? (Yes, I realize the redundancy there.)