August 23rd, 2008


And Obama Chooses...Joe Biden

After signing up to receive a text message from the Obama camp once he chooses a running mate, I got one at 3:31 AM this morning saying the following:

Barack has chosen Senator Joe Biden to be our VP nominee. Watch the first Obama-Biden rally live at 3pm ET on Spread the word!

I was wary at first. There had been news reports of fake VP texts going out to thousands of people, and I figured 3:31 AM was an odd time to be sending out alerts. But CNN has confirmed it: Joe Biden has indeed been selected as Barack Obama's running mate!

(The 3:31 AM alert makes a bit of tactical sense when you think about it. If everyone wakes up to this news, it rules the day. Senator McCain could announce that he's actually a vampire and it wouldn't be the first headline of any report.)

So let's see how this stacks up to my ticket predictions from back in January. For the Democrats, I predicted:

John Edwards (p)
Barack Obama (vp)

Wow. I'm not going to call that even moderately close. I remember thinking back then that I could switch the order, put Obama on top as P and Edwards below as VP, but then I thought not enough people would vote for a black man in America to make him president. Shows how much I know!

Next week, McCain's running mate!


I spent the afternoon playing Texas Hold 'Em with awv2006 and a bunch of other friends. After tying for third in a tournament that lasted a good three hours, we switched to a cash game, where I played rather sloppily, losing my $20 buy-in. And I wasn't even drinking!

Part of the problem, I think, was playing with six players instead of the usual eight. It got worse when it dropped down to five, then four. The cards just aren't right with that few players. But ultimately it was my own sloppiness at fault. I played hands I shouldn't have for stupid reasons, like being dealt a high card and staying in through the flop, and sometimes even the turn, just to see if I could make it work. Blerg. It's embarrassing -- I know better than to do that!

Alas, after today's loss my dreams of employing a coquettish French maid named Brigitte remain frustratingly elusive.

Ah, Brigitte. Though it is clear that you and your ilk are fictional, even in France, I cannot resist the way you hold your martini while telling charming stories of your days at French Maid School. And now I weep, for we shall never be together!