i am a lazy fart, but on fire

I can't think of a superlative to express what I -- and everybody I know -- am feeling today. Electrified? I mean, WHOA! the day is finally here. Obama handily won Dixville Notch, New Hampshire, a place I'd never heard of and didn't know until this morning is the first place where folks cast ballots in this country. These people haven't voted to elect a Democrat since 19 freakin' sixty-eight, when I was a chubby two year old.

Obama's even delivered a smackdown in the land of ice cream.

The voting lines are unbelievable. Early voter turnout was astounding. And I can hardly believe we're about to have a first daughter with twists in her hair. (And sometimes little Sasha has day-old pigtails, which reminds me of my aunt, who used to go to school with bed lint in her hair.)

Poor McCain. First thing this morning, every news station showed Obama voting at the polling station near his home, Malia standing next to him, the two chatting here and there, Michelle casting her ballot. Then cut to Biden, striding into his polling place hand in hand with his sprightly little 90-something mama, voting, then kissing his wife. Finally, just a little bit ago, hours later, they showed an exterior of the Arizona church where McCain is voting, and Sarah Palin blabbing on after having voted in Wasilla, but no iconic shots of either of them casting ballots. Who does their PR?

Yes, we're electrified. Bubs just called on his way to vote in LA. When I answered, he simply said, Can you feel it? I said Yes, and we laughed a good while.

Now if I can only let go the teevee and the Internets and get up and drive to Austin, where I'll be celebrating the coronation, er, I mean, watching the election returns, with Anne, my mom-in-law, and her very vocal bunch of friends.

It's gonna be a hot time in the Big House tonight!

Oh, and here's a very, very sweet video.