Kerry won tonight

The presidential debate tonight was just about as interesting… and entertaining… as I thought it would be.

Kerry did better than I expected. He finally managed to sound as intelligent, and intelligible, as he probably really is. Too bad for his campaign that tonight’s Kerry hasn’t been on hand throughout the campaign.

Sadly, it seems he is totally incapable of talking without somehow referring to his service in Viet Nam. Enough already! And I could have slapped him for those haughty smiles we kept seeing during cut-aways (the cut-aways that weren’t supposed to happen).

He made one point I really loved when he said we must not confuse the war with the warrior. It was a perfect, beautifully succinct summary of my feelings about both the Viet Nam and the Iraq war. You can oppose the war while supporting the warrior.

Bush did fairly well. I’d call it an average Bush performance. He was no more or less articulate than he usually is. He could have done much better, however. There were several times when he appeared to be at a loss for words, long silences as he looked at the camera and struggled to marshal his thoughts. The cut-aways hurt him, too. At times he looked smug, smirking; other times he looked a bit angry, although he kept it in check when he spoke. Props to him for not saying “flip-flop,” not even once.

Both men had best practice their off-camera poker faces before the next “debate.”

Flip-flop or not

Is John Kerry’s “flip-flopping” really that? Or is he a thoughtful, open-minded person willing to reconsider and refine his beliefs as new information comes to light?

Is George Bush really staunch, steadfast, determined? Or is he just plain stubborn and hardheaded, a man who can’t and won’t change his thinking no matter what? A man who can’t admit he’s wrong?

Java jolt

Don’t you hate it when your morning routine gets abruptly, unexpectedly disrupted?

It’s your way of slipping into the day as easily as possible, without having to think too hard about what you are doing until your mind reaches its fully awake state. A break in the routine is like a splash of cold water in the face.

My routine includes one cup of coffee, savored in front of the television while CNN drills slowly into my consciousness. It’s my only cup of the day, and it has become a ritual. My reward for climbing out of bed. Thanks to technology and automated coffeemakers, it’s ready and waiting for me when I stumble into the kitchen. All I have to do is pour, add copious amounts of CoffeeMate, and get to my chair.

This morning, though, there was no CoffeeMate!! Disaster. Black, bitter coffee was all I had. I went to the grocery store several days ago and I know I bought more CoffeeMate (the powdered kind, French Vanilla, full fat and sugar content). Yet sometime between taking it off the shelf at the store, and looking for it this morning, it disappeared. I’m hoping it just rolled out of the bag and is in the trunk of my car. Otherwise I’ll have to go buy some more. Not a big deal, in the overall scheme of things… but I’m such a creature of habit.

Sad, isn’t it?