I think everything's going to work out, just as long as we really do work it. I'll be on the phone and on the blog starting in about 9 or 10 hours.

Here's what's making it possible to sleep tonight: Early Voting, the Gallup polling company (and their lovable bias), and most of all cellphones.

Yeah, it's like that. We got Ohio all up in check I think. And with Ohio, I'm pretty sure we win. So sleep tight and kick ass tomorrow.

Guardian 'The liberal elite hasn't got a clue'

The novel - researched, as usual, down to the last expletive - concerns a young world speaking "fuck patois", loaded with creatine and cocaine, numbed by PlayStation 3, and charged by alcohol, the "vile spleen" of rap and, above all, ubiquitous sex between the heirs and heiresses to privilege in America.

See, Tom, here's the thing. Playstation 3 doesn't exist. And a lot of that other stuff sounds like the kinds of overdrawn (a.k.a. "made up") characterizations that a generation gap breeds. So either you don't have your facts straight, or you're writing science fiction. But Golly, that's not really the result of "painstaking research" in the same way your early work was, now is it? Back when you had resepect; when people dubbed your and Terry and Hunter's work, "The New Journalism?" No. I'm afraid it's not.

What happened, Tom? You used to be cool. Back in the day you revealed stuff that really happened. Now you're an old man writing about college students.