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August 30, 2004

protein wisdom’s Republican National Convention coverage, 6

Did Happy Hour at some sports bar a block or so from the Garden—overpriced hot wings and pitchers of Bass Ale with FOXNews’ Martha MacCallum and a sound engineer from WBAP in Dallas, Rory Pogatch. Sitting just down the bar from us was Democratic strategist Ellis Henican, who, as it happens, doesn’t find it at all amusing when you buy him a dozen Shirley Temples with extra cherries and have

protein wisdom’s Republican National Convention coverage, 6

Did Happy Hour at some sports bar a block or so from the Garden—overpriced hot wings and pitchers of Bass Ale with FOXNews’ Martha MacCallum and a sound engineer from WBAP in Dallas, Rory Pogatch. Sitting just down the bar from us was Democratic strategist Ellis Henican, who, as it happens, doesn’t find it at all amusing when you buy him a dozen Shirley Temples with extra cherries and have

More “Root Causes”

From the BBC:  “French hostages plead for lives” Two French journalists held hostage in Iraq have urged their government to lift a ban on Muslim headscarves in schools to save their lives. The men also called on French people to protest against the law, set to come into force this week, in a new video shown on Arabic TV station al-Jazeera. The latest video emerged as a deadline set by

More “Root Causes”

From the BBC:  “French hostages plead for lives” Two French journalists held hostage in Iraq have urged their government to lift a ban on Muslim headscarves in schools to save their lives. The men also called on French people to protest against the law, set to come into force this week, in a new video shown on Arabic TV station al-Jazeera. The latest video emerged as a deadline set by

My first brief conversation with the Big Apple

Big Apple:  “So. I hear you like to beat on defenseless little apples. With a shovel, no less.” me: “Well, no, not really –” Big Apple:  “– Sure you do.  Don’t lie to me.  You like to take a shovel to McIntosh apples.” me:  “That’s not entirely true –” Big Apple:  “– What, you don’t think I hear things?” me:  “That was one apple, okay?  And he was especially disrespectful

protein wisdom’s Republican National Convention coverage, 5:  The al-Franken Factor

(via Spot On) **update** me:  “What a twerp that guy is.” Bo Derek:  “You’re telling me.  I eat guys like him for breakfast and still have room left over for a short stack and a half dozen sausage links.”

protein wisdom’s Republican National Convention coverage, 5:  The al-Franken Factor

(via Spot On) **update** me:  “What a twerp that guy is.” Bo Derek:  “You’re telling me.  I eat guys like him for breakfast and still have room left over for a short stack and a half dozen sausage links.”

protein wisdom’s Republican National Convention coverage, 4

Passed Tucker Carlson in the hallway a few minutes back, who was flipping through a stack of papers and didn’t acknowledge me except to throw a dirty look my way when he noticed the red bow tie I have on. “That’s right, Wonderboy,” I hollered after him.  “You don’t own the red bow tie.  And I look good.  So live with it.”

protein wisdom’s Republican National Convention coverage, 4

Passed Tucker Carlson in the hallway a few minutes back, who was flipping through a stack of papers and didn’t acknowledge me except to throw a dirty look my way when he noticed the red bow tie I have on. “That’s right, Wonderboy,” I hollered after him.  “You don’t own the red bow tie.  And I look good.  So live with it.”

Sixteenth in a series of real-time empirical observations (Republican National Convention edition)

As you read this, Michael Moore is marching past his third eatery in as many city blocks without once stopping for a meal.  Instead, he unwraps another Slim Jim beef tube and devours it in three bites, all the while thinking if the goddmaned Republicans hadn’t brought their convention to New York, I’d be naked and thigh deep in a pool of chocolate pudding right now.  God, how I hate