...And Now a Word From Tio Masclet

Hillary to Obama: "Hey want to be my Vice-President" Obama to Hillary: "um...no."

"Burn" The Cure

I was hoping that they would play this one on Wednesday night, but kind of knew they probably wouldn't.

So How Do You Suppose They Thought This Was Going to End?

Lighthouses, Water and a Helicopter...The Only Thing Missing is the Freaking Out From Inside the Lighthouses

I guess it's just waves hitting lighthouses, but sweet jesus!

My First Day on the Job as an Obama Campaign Worker

Today I signed up as a Barack Obama campaign worker. They've even given me my own blog space on his web page. Below is my first entry in my Obama Blog. I haven't been very good at keeping this one updated, so it's hard to say how things are going on that end. But, should you care to stop by, here is the address:
http://my.barackobama.com/page/community/blog/innersenseabroad

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I received an email today from Senator Obama asking if I could make some phone calls to Texas and/or Ohio. I read the email, closed the email and thought good for him. He's asking the people that support him to get out and work for him. I didn't give it much more thought after that. You see, I live in Spain, now how am I going to call people in Texas?

I used Skype.

After high school I took a job as a telemarketer in my hometown back in Iowa. My first job was to sell concert tickets as a benefit for something or other. I hadn't heard of half of the people that for which I was selling tickets and the other half I had sworn were long dead. My boss kept telling me that if I just gave it a little bit more then I could have a snappy Camaro like his. It was the yellow one in the parking lot...surely I saw it on my way in. I just needed to sell more concert tickets and I could have his life. I was eager. I was 18 and on my way to a yellow Camaro. It turned out that my boss could afford that Camaro, not because he was a bang-up concert ticket salesman, but because he was 37 years old and still lived with his mother. I quit.
When I, now several years later, received my bank of 20 cold calls (that's telemarketer biz-speak for those in the know) I got queasy. I remembered my boss. I went to grad school so I wouldn't have to do this, I thought to myself. But, I understood that this was bigger than me, this was about getting Barack Obama as the Democratic nominee come November. I wasn't doing this for a misleading yellow Camaro, I was doing this for the future of my country.
I made my 20 calls and by the end I enjoyed it, I got to talk to some interesting people. I did get yelled at once. The lady told me that I was rude because I interrupted her dinner. I apologized profusely and offered to call back later, she hung up on me.
Senator, if you hear reports of rude campaign volunteers, sorry about that.