I was in sort of an odd mood yesterday. I guess you could say I was “lonely” though only in the online sense. In my real life I’m always either with someone I like or alone and enjoying the solitude so I’m never lonely. But online… I admit it; I envy people who have a lot of online friends. I envy Brit Gal Sarah because she gets about 20 comments on almost every blog post. She has this wonderful little circle of friends. I comment there sometimes but I’m not really part of the circle. (I also envy her talent as a photographer.) The other person I most envy is the Dustbury guy, Charles Hill. He can link to something I posted that received not a single comment and there will be an involved conversation about it on his site.

So you’ve heard this before, right? Me whining about being unpopular. Don’t go away yet, I promise to talk about something else before I’m finished. Anyway, yesterday I was checking for new comments more obsessively than usual and then yesterday afternoon I started posting a lot of stuff on Twitter. I sometimes don’t go there for days, or even a week or more and when I do I don’t have all that much to say, maybe just post a link or two or three but yesterday for a little while just one inane comment after another came spontaneously pouring out of my fingers. I even, for the first time ever, replied to a celebrity. (Adam Savage) I don’t know what came over me but it was fun.

Though no one left comments on my The First Year post I have discovered that I offended at least one person. That’s great. I feel validated. I expected to offend a lot of people on both sides but for a while there I was afraid no one was paying attention. Now I just need a Democrat to cuss at me and my week will be complete. One thing I think I need to clarify though. The part where I said Republicans don’t like Obama because, “His face is the wrong the color, his name doesn’t sound American enough…“. Obviously this doesn’t apply to all people who don’t like him but it certainly does apply to some. But I don’t think that’s reason as much as it’s the team sport aspect of politics; everyone automatically hating members of the “other team”.

But I have a confession. At first I was a little bothered by Obama’s background myself – that his father wasn’t American, that he spent some of his “formative years” in a foreign country. I did worry that he might not be American enough to be an American president but after a few months of listening to both candidates it seemed like less of a problem.

My fantasy First Black President would be Colin Powell. Or maybe James Earl Jones. Okay, just kidding about that one. I know nothing about his political orientation but wouldn’t he be great to listen to for eight years? My purely theoretical fantasy First Black President would probably be a Democrat, but moderate whichever party he belonged to, an ex-NFL player, from one of the uninteresting or “redneck” states, who possibly spent a few years in the military, then after retiring from football got into local politics and eventually got himself elected to Congress. Well, actually, that could still happen. Someone like that still could be our First Black President because you know, Obama is not black, he is bi-racial. (UPDATE: While I’m fantasizing I might as well mention Morgan Freeman too.)

But anyway, enough of that. Politics is so childish. There’s no reason why adults shouldn’t be able to say what they think, and to disagree, without suddenly finding themselves firmly entrenched in enemy camps and that is the main thing I was complaining about.

Now, on to something much more important. There’s something highly important that I have to say: Bronco Bob, you rock my dinner! I noticed a bottle of Bronco Bob’s Smoked Bacon Chipotle sauce at our local Reasor’s grocery store and immediately knew this was something I had to try. Now I am hooked in a big way. I don’t think I could eat a hamburger without it now. It’s also great on chicken breasts. I’m sure there are a great many other uses I have yet to discover. I mean… Bacon! And Chipotle! And it’s in a sauce so you can pour it over anything. This is one of the greatest inventions of all time.

It is a lovely, foggy morning. I think it has gotten even more foggy now than it was a couple of hours ago. I like fog. I’m tempted to go out walk around and enjoy it for little bit. It’s colder than I like but maybe for a just a few minutes.

Right now I’m listening to Bach’s St. John Passion. It’s been a while. I don’t listen to it very often. I do sort of like it but I’m more used to hearing Latin choral music so German sounds a little bit wrong to me. Not as bad as opera in English though. It’s crazy because English is the only language I understand but I simply can’t handle operatic singing in English.