serious anecdote is serious

I try not to get involved in serious business discussions or wank in fandom anymore. I don't know if it's from spending more time on anonymous sites or some sort of change in overall mood or brain chemistry or just not caring, but I can't argue seriously without wanting to use capslock, so I don't.

( or I'm a coward. also this is way too serious business anyway for fandom )

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In other news, I'm going down to Ferndale with josephwaldman tomorrow to watch Obama's inauguration at the GLBT center.

I decided a while ago that I would donate a small amount of money to PP for every statement I saw on the Internet about women's rights, birth control, or reproductive choice that made me mad enough to want to argue, and I think January 20th is a good cut-off for that. Thus far the total has come to somewhere around $20, and that's just on Livejournal. I'm going to get up early and do that tomorrow.

blogging the inauguration

Okay, well, we're at Joe's house in Southfield because Joe didn't get any sleep and can't drive. We made it to his house so he could change shoes, and then he sort of laid in the snow for a while and we decided that it was a bad idea to go into Ferndale. Still watching the inauguration on his little wood-paneled TV in the sunroom. He's drinking coffee and snorting to keep himself awake. (Not snorting anything. Just making weird noises.)

Everyone was booing Bush a few minutes ago. "Bad form," said the MSNBC announcers.

I didn't get much sleep last night. It really felt like Christmas Eve used to when I was a kid. Lying awake savoring the anticipation, knowing that if I closed my eyes, everything would be here and it would all be over too soon. (Except it won't be over for about four years and maybe then another four. Sure, that new-president smell will wear off eventually, but I think it'll be a while.)

Okay, so I've never actually seen one of these before. Is the invocation actually supposed to be a prayer, or is that just a Rick Warren thing?

Joe's crying. I'm just sort of numbly happy.

oooh, now Aretha is going to sing. Now I'm getting all shivery. I spent a lot of last night watching local news reports about black churches that were taking their congregations to Washington, and they interviewed all these older people who talked about how hard it had been when they were growing up and how they'd been pushed around and mistreated just about everywhere and how incredibly proud they were now. Most of them were crying.

It's Biden! Trying to look solemn, but still smiling so hard.

Nice soothing classical music. The camera keeps cutting to what appear to be seagulls.

He messed up the words. Oh, Barack. Obviously very eager to get on with it. Can't blame him.

The speech: I swooned. I've never swooned at a politician's speech before. Not even when I went to see Clinton. This really is a very Christmas morning feel. The next four years are like a big shiny present with a huge bow, and we are going to unwrap them very slowly.