goes well with chicken nuggets and gin.

file this under: reasons why the electoral college is a fucking sham.

This handy map shows how much your vote counts depending on how many electoral delegates your state has. I would prefer a popular vote system, or at the very least assigning delegates by congressional district like they do in Nebraska.

UPDATE: Maureen Dowd seldom entertains me in spite of how hard she tries to, but this week she got it, spot on. And not just for the Guys and Dolls reference.

unknown unknowns.

Bob Herbert's column in The Paper today reminded me of this Slate article from way back. With election day only 72 hours(ish) away and superstitious uncertainty filling the heart of this Obama supporter (my concerns unassuaged by projected electoral maps and polls), I summon the poetry of Donald Rumsfeld for comfort:

The Unknown
As we know,
There are known knowns.
There are things we know we know.
We also know
There are known unknowns.
That is to say
We know there are some things
We do not know.
But there are also unknown unknowns,
The ones we don't know
We don't know.

—Feb. 12, 2002, Department of Defense news briefing

UPDATE: This also makes me feel better-- yeswecake.com.

i say sexy things to myself when i'm daaaaancccinng.

Halloween left me feeling like I really need more opportunities to wear fake eyelashes and excessive amounts of gold eyeshadow and Illuminator blush (a true miracle product).

a barack a day for only three more days, damn.