It is nearing 8 pm here in Washington State. The polls close in a few minutes and then Election 2006 will, thank Gertrude, be over.
Who is Gertrude, you ask? I don’t know, I just made that up. The iMac I rarely use anymore is called Gertrude (named after Gertrude Stein). My first laptop was named Virginia (Woolf), but my current laptop is called Squiggy. What
does it say about my aspirations that instead of naming my machines
after great women authors I now saddle them with the names of oily
characters on decades-old sitcoms?
I’m sure I’ve explained this before, but if you don’t get my references
to 70’s pop culture, you are too young to be reading me. Scat.
Where was I? Oh yes, Gertrude. I had a great-Aunt named Gertrude, long deceased. If I ever actually met her I don’t remember. Maybe she was a writer, I don’t know. But
clearly none of the Gertrudes have anything to do with the
election. Well, Gertrude Stein was gay, so maybe she’s relevant
So far the results from the east coast have been good. I am particularly pleased to see Pennsylvanian bedroom invader Rick Santorum fall to his Democratic challenger. I’m enjoying watching Floridian bible thumper Katherine Harris take a drubbing. I’m
amused that Joe Lieberman is going to retain his seat in Connecticut
even after the Dems dissed him and chose a weak one-note singer in the
I will be delighted if the Dems take the House and Nancy Pelosi steps up to become the first female Speaker ever. Her
immediate plan: hold onto your hats—shocking liberal maneuver
coming—raise the federal minimum wage for the first time in 10 years. I’ve
also heard a rumor that all the Republican incumbents who lost their
seats will be required to spend the next year working for (and living on) the current
minimum wage, $5.15/hour.
But enough of that. Check out my nine-year-old’s favorite flash file (no, she’s not the artist, just a fan). Good night, and Gertrude loves you.