I Love to Play:

Charades.

So few of our friends do. I wonder why? Is it too "English," I wonder, too old-fashioned, too country house, too 19th Century, too septuagenarian?

I wonder if charades could be turned into a video game? Or what if Rich Little could be persuaded to do something to revive interest in the magic of the VCR?

I Think I'm Scissors, Paper, Rock

I am not upset about *anything* Obama has done so far, including choosing Rick Warren for the inaugural invocation, because I think of him as a chess player, playing a deep game in which he thinks many moves ahead, making sacrifices and offering gambits, creating positional advantage in service of the final result. I don't work at his level. I reserve all criticism until something does, or does not, get done.

So Obama is a chess game. Bush was a drinking game. Every time he heard Al Qaeda, he took a drink of stupid. Cheney is Russian Roulette, except he points the gun at someone else's head.

John McCain is Pin the Tail on the Mammoth.

Hah hah hah.