My goodness, will you just look at the time? It’s inauguration day already! Where did the months fly off too?

I have a confession to make – I’m not really here. Meaning that I’m not actually writing this on the day of the inauguration, because I plan on being firmly ensconced in a comfortable chair with a beer and bowl of Cheetos® to keep me company.

Oh, and coffeesister, of course.

I’m writing this the night before and setting it to auto-post early in the morning, because I don’t plan on being online at all. I don’t want to miss a moment of this historic event. I fully realize that all of this will be shown online, but when I’m logged-in I get easily distracted by girls in bikinis and funny news stories (not necessarily in that order).

So tomorrow, the computer goes off and the TV goes on.

I’ve often looked at photos of Lincoln’s inaugural and wished I could have been there, but I’m glad I wasn’t only because I’d be dead by now and I wouldn’t have been able to blog about it at the time because it was a couple of years before the internet came around. They didn’t have TV cameras and Brian Wilson, er.. I mean Williams..  in Lincoln’s time either, although it’s a safe bet they had Walter Cronkite but he was in knee pants and hadn’t gotten started yet.

It’ll be interesting to watch it live to see if anything’s going to happen, and by that I mean anything other than swearing in the first black President of the United States. I mean anything that I’d really rather didn’t happen, but if it’s going to, I want to witness it live right along with the rest of the world.

Like, there’s this guy – I’ve forgotten his name but I don’t want to give him search engine juice anyway, so it’s okay – he’s this total racist who’s said publicly that he’s going to send drones with explosives into the crowd and blow everyone up. I read somewhere that the secret service has “interviewed” such people as a part of their preparation for this momentous occasion, and I’m really hoping that by “interviewed” they mean “chained this nut to a radiator.”

I realize that I sound like someone who goes to the Indy 500 wanting to see cars crash and burn, so don’t get me wrong here; I certainly hope there aren’t any drones or bombs or nuts with bombs and drones. I’m all for Barack and what he’s done so far, not to mention what he’s going to do in the years ahead. You regular readers know I don’t get into the political stuff here, but today (or.. tomorrow?) I have little choice.

I’m excited.

Admittedly, a big part of that excitement comes from “President fatigue”, meaning that I’m absolutely sick and tired of seeing W everywhere. And as funny as it is, I’m even tired of Letterman’s “great moments in presidential speeches” bit because I’m so tired of W in any context, even if they’re poking fun at him.

But on the other hand, I think that if we’d had a great President for the past 8 years, like some kind of mythical “movie star crossed with a great intellect” President, such as if George Clooney had the brain of Stephen Hawking, the compassion of Ghandi and the wardrobe of Fitty Cent, and he’d been elected in 2000 and was now our outgoing President, I think that even then I’d be excited about Barack Obama.

So that just shows to go ya that it’s not entirely just how sick we all are of GWB, but that Barack is really something.

I mean, he’s cool.

Even Ronald Reagan wasn’t that. He was a great orator with charisma and style, but we haven’t had a cool President since JFK.. so it’s about time.

So o heck with a beer and Cheetos®.. a mimosa and some quiche please, with a side of water crackers and brie. After all, we’re ushering in the era of cool.