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Today was a GOOOD day.

I am very excited Obama won, and I am thoroughly delighted. (So is My Old Country actually, my mother says that the anti-American sentiment is already decreased.) The footage of all the people crying and hugging each other and laughing on the streets of Chicago moved me to tears. Obama was glorious in his victory and McCain gracious in his defeat and I felt like I was witnessing a piece of something magnificent and important and my spirit was buoyant and light. (Dear Barack Obama - Congratulations! You embodied the hope of so many people - I hope you will make us proud. I also hope that you meant what you said about not having Holbrook be a part of your cabinet. P.S. Also, please try hard not to get assasinated. Yours gratefully, Nina)

So buoyed had I been by the whole historical momentuosness that I had spent the night half-dozing on the sofa to follow the election count and then around 3am when they announced it I remember sinking into a deep and blissful sleep; morevor a blissful sleep from which I was at no point woken by one certain small person who was having alot of blissful sleep of his very own thanks to an unblocked nose. Well, either that or all the brandy I told Z to put in his bottle.

Then, while we were all getting up and getting breakfasted I got a pleasant delivery of mail - books (this one and this one and this one) and the DVD of Mad Men Season 1.

Which leads me to another thing that makes me happy - the warning labels that come with moving images. Mad Men for instance warns me about containing drug use, sex scenes and sexual references. (Having shelled out good money for it, I certainly hope so). I remember it being this way since my adolescence. I always looked forward to the content warnings on films partially because they might as well have called themselves 'Highlights of The Attractions' and partially for the amusement value.

My favourite is from the Odeon webisite and it informed me that a certain drama had 'moderate bad language'. Unfortunately I didn't get to see the film and find out what this was for myself, so I spent ages racked with curiosity and spasms of mental delight. It was probably stuff like 'damn' or 'bloody' or 'arse' but it gave me so much more pleasure to picture the bad language in that film as kind of uptight and a bit English and courteous all 'Go Fuck Yourself! But Ooooh eer only if you really want to.'(As an aside, does anyone remember that dour faced man who gave a speech before the start of the film on videotapes rated 15, and warned us about Uses Of Possible Sexual Swear Words? He cheered me so).

In fact I was so buoyed up with joy that not even the three hour meetings at work today could bring me down, and when I came back home and was greeted by the sight of my son sniffling and rubbing at his nose like a mini coke addict it made me burst out laughing. And Matei who finds human laughter irresistible joined me and for about five minutes we were setting each other off, envoloped in a cloud of Pure GLEEE.

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webofevil
Nov. 5th, 2008 05:24 pm (UTC)
That "dour-faced man" was one-time BBC Radio 1 DJ and all-round numpty Simon Bates. And yes, those announcements were terrible, but the (sole) advantage of the VHS format was that you could fast-forward through the buggers.
meepettemu
Nov. 5th, 2008 05:45 pm (UTC)
you sound like my mum. she said "I wish him all the luck in the world. i only hope he lives long enough to see it through"
webofevil
Nov. 5th, 2008 05:51 pm (UTC)
It doesn't help that the one comparison everyone keeps making is with Kennedy.
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