Operatives are Standing By
We’re not sure how well this is going to work, but we’ve set up a special Inaugural Jam for our correspondents on the ground in DC (and String Bikini Theory in San Francisco), and we hope to post text messages as events proceed. This presumes we’re awake.
(Programming note: Pastor Doublewide is scheduled for 11:35 a.m., in case you need a bathroom break.)
Mall Rats Roll Call…
9:25 (SFL): My line has moved 2 feet in 90 minutes — I don’t know what the security hangup is.
10:16 (SFL): This is such a clusterfuck I need a valium.
10:36 (SFL): I think they have TSA in charge of crowd control and security.
10:44 (Mellbell): There’s a hot mic somewhere on stage, but so far nothing scandalous. They seem to have fixed the delay on the jumbotrons at least.
10:45 (Mellbell): ZOMG, the crowd went wild for Colin Powell!
10:52 (SFL): They are closing the gates to ticketholders and making everyone go through one security area on the north side of the Capitol. Crowd is chanting LET US IN. DC police incompentence…
11:43 (SFL): They turned most of us with purple tickets away at the gate.
11:49 (SFL): Going to meet HF at a bar.
12:01 pm (Mellbell): I assume that the requisite Star Wars, etc. jokes have been made…
12:10 pm (Mellbell): And with that, the ceremonial joint was lit. (Seriously. Someone couldn’t wait to get home.)
12:58 pm (SFL): Na na na na na na hey hey good bye Bush.
11:10 pm (HF): Drunk in a country western gay bar.





7:26 am • Tuesday • January 20, 2009
For Chicagoans in the crowd, a note: it is snowing here — lake effect via northerly winds. And yet, there is no weather porn on the newscasts, on account of the whole swearing-in of some guy into some important public office thing.
That’s Change I Can Believe In.