Comparing Apples and Oranges

(Da Biggest) is to Michigan as (a huge gaping whole in my heart) is to Seattle.

(Big John's) is to Michigan as (a bag of Dick's) is to Seattle.

(Professor Zoninsein) is to Michigan as (The Uptight Seattlite) is to Seattle.

(Rage Week) is to Michigan as (Work Week) is to Seattle.

(The highest unemployment rate in the nation) is to Michigan as (I have a job) is to Seattle.

(Drunk bums) is to Michigan as (bums on heroin) is to Seattle.

to be continued....

A Fair Trade In My Mind

...I want this book.

...and I apparently live in the worst city to be a traditional sports fan.

...but one of the best cities to be a boardsports fan, as evidenced by this, this, and this.

Get It While It's Hot

Here is a (free) new snowboard video by Stepchild.  

One of my favorite political blogs, Politico, has started a new site that observes the Obama Administration's every move (wow, that has a nice ring to it).

Who wants to drop $5 on a mini-nuclear reactor? 

This guy is an idiot (but the pictures are badass).

Purging Like A Sorority Sister At Big John's...

So this has been a common post-election theme among many blogs, but I like it...

I can't wait until the following people fade away into obscurity:

1) Joe the broke, hypocritical, tax-evading, welfare-receiving, unlicensed pipe-cleaning, never-gonna-get-elected-to-any-public-office, shit-head, wannabe plumber.

2) Karl Rove, the Jabba the Hut of Washington politics without whom the world will be a much better place.

3) Sarah Palin and her gaggle of family members; granted, she will still be in the news, but she won't make the front page. You'll have to dig a bit to keep track of this Republican Valkyrie, at least for a year or two.

4) James Carville; you picked the wrong Democrat you stupid f$#%.

5) Joe Lieberman, Jerimiah Wright, William Ayers, Louis Farrakhan, Tony Rezko (not that they really mattered in the first place.

6) Tom Bradley (the African American gubenotorial candidate that the Bradely effect is based on)

7) Elizabeth Hasselback; the show is called "The View," not "The Views." I demand ideological solidarity from my middle-aged, female socialites. Time to take out the trash Joy Behar.

Junior Kick-Start

I feel as though I should attempt to write a profound wrap-up of this years election cycle, but I think I'm going to leave it be. We've all read the news more than usual, we all know the outcome, and we're all excited about it. That's good enough for me.

I will say this, the election of America's first African-American President is the most monumental positive event that has happened in my lifetime. I will always remember this election and the feelings that came with it; vindication, trust, hope, giddiness, pride, and (as of the last few days) arrogance. And just in case I ever forget how great if feels at this moment, I know I have plenty of friends who were right there with me that would be more than happy to remind me (and I got my copy of Wednesday's New York Times just to be sure).

The monuments of our generation are no longer 9/11 and the complacency of the Bush years. We are the generation of young voters who, for the first time ever, split 2-1 for a presidential candidate. We are the demographic that put Obama over the edge. We changed the game.

And I'm damn proud of us for it.

One Proud Papa

My pumpkin made it onto Yes We Carve! (half way down the page)