Stumbling

Governor Blaggo, you are as transparently, hilariously, on-the-record corrupt as a James Bond villain. Thank God Obama’s staff heard his offer — cash in exchange for appointing their preferred person, apparently Valerie Jarret, to Obama’s senate seat — and told Blaggo where he could stuff the seat, if it would fit. This led, by the way, to a tirade in which Blaggo called the president-elect a “motherfucker.” AND rumor has it that Obama’s dreamy, morally-upright people were the ones who tipped off studly prosecutor Patrick Fitzgerald. Yes! See, these are the kind of glad tidings that joyous-up an otherwise dreary holiday season.

Of course, it’s easy for Obama to turn his nose up at a briefcase full of cash. He’s like the only person in America with a positive balance in his checking account. (And yet somehow I still get emails begging me to help defray Hillary’s expenses.)

The other north star in these dark skies is, of course, top ten lists and Culture Awards. I haven’t seen much that’s knocked me over this year besides Milk and Wall-E, though I’m excited about Rachel Getting Married, the Reader (because I am gay for Kate Winslet), and Doubt (because I am also gay for Kate Winslet-in-training Amy Adams).

Luckily I’ve had great TV to fill the void, in the form of 30 Rock, the Wire (which I watched in its entirety this year), and especially Mad Men. How I Met Your Mother, which has taken over lunchtimes at my office, has helped my brain take a much-needed break every workday for a while now. Thanks, Barney!

Mr. Ben and I also decided to try to shift the holidays from Bearable to Awesome by leaving civilization over the long Christmas weekend. New Orleans, we decided, was a little far and a little pricey — but you know what’s neither of those things? MONTAUK. An off-season, deserted winter paradise where they basically throw classy hotel rooms at you and stand in line to rub your feet when you’re done wandering around empty, windy beaches. Plus we’ve never gone anywhere together just the two of us, except for that time we tried to have a honeymoon in the least romantic country on earth during typhoon season.

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