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(From the Facebook Ad Files): The Trick to Whiter Teeth...

...make yourself black.

Globe Trottin'

This morning I was chuckling at Adam Carolla's suggestion that we should send the Harlem Globetrotters to the Olympics to just "freak out" the European teams with their silly balls and referee shenanigans. It made me wonder if I should take Liam to a HG game? Would he like it? Then it made me reflect on how sad it is that HG is actually a legitimate pull in town now that we don't have an NBA team anymore. Then I thought about how my dad used to take me to HG games when I lived in Tallahassee (or course, a town sans NBA) and how they were still playing the ficticious "Washington Generals" wearing the same green and yellow uniforms; a passle of befuddled white guys. I remember getting one of the Generals to sign a pennant for me. I thought it was so cool. Now I look back and wonder, "C'mon dad! Why didn't you get in there and get me Medowlark Lemon's autograph?"

Of Sun and Moon

As they followed their separate paths, each man's work followed the path of unfettered purity, running free from the yoke of the other's influence with the delirium of a new lottery winner. Each man's work brilliant in its purity and delectable in taste...yet in its aftertaste reaching back for the brilliance of the other.

Liam Wrote His First Song:

He's calling it "Jerry Potter." No explanation.

Liam Does Nanny Speak

Now that Liam is four, the break out things he says are occurring less frequently but they are more jarring. The last two came right from his twenty something Nanny:

"Liam you were brave when you got shots."

"No, i TOTALLY freaked out!"

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"Liam does your army coat keep you warm enough?"

"My army coat keeps me ALL KINDS of warm"

Good Question:

Liam: Papa, why are we going through the Starbucks drive through and not going inside?

Ted: Its faster

Liam: well, then why don't we go inside, and run?

L. and Elle

 Liam is now FOUR YEARS OLD! Holy CRAP! His birthday was Sunday. I just can't believe it. They say your kids grow up fast and I suppose that's true but these have been four very dense years. Happy Birthday, dude! :)

 

Elle Slept Through the Night!

Elle slept through the night.  Elle slept through the night.  Elle slept through the night.  Elle slept through the night.  Elle slept through the night.  

Electoral Dysfunction

The Election was on. It had momentum and energy to it. We were together, a team of folks frantically writing requirements on a deadline, in a war room together. The team had results widgets filing in data minute by minute, state by state. Every time a state result came in, the chatter mounted in the war room. We were all (I think) pulling for Obama.

Some of the team are from Georgia. We looked at Georgia with McCain leading 67-32%. I turn to Phil, who is from Atlanta, to give him shit. Phil is a big Obama supporter.

What's up with you guys? Are you not voting or something? How could you be getting skunked like this?

Then it occurred to me. Oh yeah, Phil is black.

I went into immediate back pedal mode...but tried to make it seem natural. I knew it wasn't.

"Uh, I mean,...ah....what's up with you DEMOCRATS?? C'mon, are you guys, you DEMOCRATS, just not into it"

Phil still had that look on his face (you mean us 'black folks?').

I was like, isn't Georgia a Democrat not bed? Then it occurred to me, its totally a red state, always has been. I just pulled a typical Woodbery and inserted foot in mouth, again. Totally well meaning, just trying to give a guy shit but I came off like a total dick. Fortunately, Phil is a good guy and let it go (I hope).

Later we were at a bar, wearing Obama buttons. Someone came up to him and said where is your button. He said "Look at me....I AM a button."

Election Day Prediction - 6:43am PST - OBAMA

Based on state polls and projected Electoral College points and the surge in registered Democratic voters, Obama should take this election 60/40 - maybe even bigger if Republicans stay home from the polls - which they might.