The I Was Folding And Commuting, That's Where I Was Post.

When President-elect Obama became "just" "plain" President Obama, I wasn't watching. Because I was finishing off work and heading home, not because I wouldn't have been tuning in the way Sharon (who rushed home to take it in on CNN) did. The fact that I couldn't go through the warehouse without being "treated" to right-leaning yak radio station talkSPORT (which, being in bed with Rupert Murdoch, has always been not exactly pro-the man who copyrighted the phrase "Yes we can") certainly didn't help - what's Obama accomplished they ask? Well, for a start he hasn't been a codeword for asshattery like the predecessor.

But forget them, and forget the kind of political discussion in the letters pages of the likes of thelondonpaper. (As Sharon pointed out, during our own lifetimes you couldn't have gotten racially-mixed casts on South African TV shows of the past the way you can on current ones like Isidingo and Generations.) Focus on the millions thrilled, and not only in the US or Kenya. Focus on his packing more inspiration and intelligence in one minute than his predecessor managed in eight (and arguably more than 60) years. Focus on real hope. And focus on... positivity. After eight long, long years, the mood's finally gotten to change. And that's no bad thing.

The Technical Term: "RESULT!" Post.

I know today isn't technically speaking their day, but come on. If their fellow supporter (aka the woman pictured over yonder) of the biggest O since Roy Orbison had been there as well, it would have been the Best Picture Ever.

"GET THE HELL OUT OF THE WAY!" - Butch.

(EDIT: "Actually, it's get the FUCK out of the way." - Butch.)

I stand corrected.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF THE WAY!" - Butch.

The It Was Inevitable Post.

Any man with Jessica Alba, Scarlett Johansson, Hayden Panettiere AND Cindy Crawford in his corner can't possibly fumble it.

Seriously, Butch can - and will - put this more honestly than I, being non-American, ever could. Over to him...