I think I was pretty gracious, on the whole. I mean, I live here in the belly of the beast, and while Austin itself is somewhat progressive (downright screaming meanie radical for Texas), you're still surrounded on all sides. I didn't even bother to gloat to my 'Republican-masquerading-as-Libertarian' colleagues (who I should note haven't felt embarrassed enough to maintain the ruse in recent years). Just used a Jackie Gleason pic as my chat avatar and trusted that the few people who would make the connection ("How sweet it is!") would probably be kindred souls.

On election day itself, I kept looking at a picture of Hansi that I keep on my desk, and it occurred to me that, if you can't vote your hopes, rather than your fears, then what's the fuckin' point?