Brains, Getting To Know All About You... (Too much Sarah edition)

Highlights of the debate:

• McCain sneered at the idea of "spreading the wealth." You non-wealthy people? Fuck you.
• McCain sneered at worrying about "the health of the mother." Young women facing pregnancy? Fuck you.
• McCain sneered at those who want nuclear plants to be safe. Those of you who'd rather not live next to another potential Chernobyl? Fuck you.

Now, I know perfectly well what McCain meant in the second and third points. Obama wants to run on the precautionary principle, the idea that we should never build a power plant until we have absolutely guaranteed that it can never present a threat to anyone. And "the health of the mother" is a code phrase used by the extremists in the abortion wars that has been pushed out of all proportion. But the audience didn't see that. The vast majority of people watching McCain put scare quotes around the phrase "health of the mother" are simply not political junkies and have never registered that phrase quite that way. That's why roomfuls of "undecideds" gave the debate to Obama.

Al Jazeera interviews Sarah Palin's fans!

( The results are endarkening! )

Nouriel Roubini remains a ray of F#@?^@\&^ sunshine.

( Sell! Sell! And Jump Out a Window! )

Sarah Palin is completely divorced from reality

( Yeah, I know, no more Sarah, but this speaks to McCain's wisdom. Sure he vetted her. Sure. )

Putin's head rises over Alaska's airspace!

( Gazprom visits Palin's Department of Natural Resources )

Waterboard Obama!

( Sacramento GOP website goes negative )

McCain hires a supporter of state-sponsored terrorism!

( Worse yet, he hired a buddy of Saddam Hussein. )

This game doesn't build character. It reveals it.

( More grown-up conservatism from Daniel Larison )

First draft progress: A Pleasing Shape

I passed the 20,000 word mark this morning, meaning that I’ve managed to write about a half-Lake on the weekdays (less on weekends) (A “Lake” is 2500 words per day.  Jay Lake, whose work I admire greatly, manages that when he’s in novel writing mode.).  I’m noodling (20,000 words is “noodling?”) around with a silly three-way romance between my loner artist-with-no-past Darzi, his tabula rasa robot Jouet, and his chain-well-not-exactly-smoking furball of sarcasm and lust girlfriend Peren.

I’m not even sure what I’m trying to say with this story, other than that loneliness sucks and you can overcome it even if you feel like you have very little to offer the world by offering to help someone else out of their loneliness.  Still it’s nice to be writing something again, even if it’s somewhat in my comfort zone.

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