So yes, I was listening to the O'Jays. While shopping in BJs. Thinking about TooJays (since I could always go for a nice chicken salad sammich).

Tomorrow is apparently when Berea gets to smell what Barack is cooking. We hear The One will be in town tomorrow and he will doubtlessly attract throngs of prObama Ohioans.

This particular nObama voter will be happy enough to just stay off the local roads and sit in front of the computer. Maybe do some tax planning. And read more news gossip about the local party-hacks who've been swindling the locals for years -- great stuff, and comical too because we all know that even if they were indicted the locals would still re-elect them.

Such is modern life in the Valley of Kuzinich. I just hope Secret Service doesn't come around tomorrow wanting to check my tire pressure.

BazzukaJoe called earlier and told me some terrible photos were taken over the weekend. Truly ghastly photos. Of badwater. I do not wish to see them.

He also told me I have an upcoming date. At Times Square. Atop a heap of portable toilets. This I can do.

Sometime after he hung up Ellexa must've gotten hold of his cellphone and found the redial function. She and I shared a somewhat extended telephone conversation that was simultaneously unintelligible and strangely amusing.

Yes, a lot like talking to her father.