Jenn is hosting my non-plussed with hot dog entry, along with lots of photos of the Blackwell v. Axelrod wedding. It has already earned my vote for Wedding of the Year, but I may be prejudiced by my inclusion in the wedding party.

I'm trying to find a single photo of the event where I don't look like I'm about to collapse from exhaustion. It's funny because I felt great that day. I'm beginning to wonder if my default expression is one of soporific stupor and I just never noticed before. Still, it adds to the brooding effect.

I missed the debate but I heard it went swimmingly. All the same, the desperation and despicable tactics of the opposition still sicken me. I need to put myself on news blackout again. Every time I see a republican talking head on TV, I hear a shakily sampled voice from the old Space Hulk video game ordering the space marines to "Cleanse this place with fire."