A few notes on last night�s debate:

Most major news outlets inform me that I thought it was a close contest. This isn�t what I expected, though: I figured Edwards would charm everyone with his impossibly boyish yet articulate demeanor and Cheney would instantly turn off his entire audience by grunting and growling and possibly having a heart attack on live television. What I forgot is that Cheney is a master liar: he has the uncanny ability to spout 100% bullshit with such gravitas that there were times when even I started to wonder, for about a millisecond, if maybe there was a connection between Iraq and Al-Queda. Still, any informed American will realize that Edwards was telling the truth, whereas his opponent was not. The problem lies with the number of informed Americans out there.

I also found the debate's physical set-up odd: it looked like they were sitting around a dinner table. I really wanted Edwards to ask Cheney to pass the gravy boat. �Oh, this is delicious stuffing. You�ve really outdone yourself, Gwen.� Possibly the funniest moment in my own viewing experience of the debate came during one of the many times John Edwards chortled in his good-natured North Carolinian way, and Amy exclaimed, �Commence to jigglin�!� I do think it would served Edwards well if, when backed into a rhetorical corner, he had jumped up from behind the desk, grabbed a washboard, and led everyone in an old-fashioned hoedown.

But seriously, folks.

In other news, we had a �team meeting� at work yesterday, where our boss thanked us for our hard work by informing us that, effective immediately, we were expected to work a minimum of forty-five hours a week. This is ten more hours than the previous minimum work-week: you do the math. (Actually, don�t bother; I just did.) This will drastically cut into my already enemic social life and is the best incentive yet to polish up the old resume.

Good times.

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