me: “Here’s something I’ve been meaning to ask you. Is there ever a time when being too big for your britches is considered a good thing?” Levi’s: “For the last time, you’re not cut out for porn. Trust me. I know these things.”

In response to my earlier post, David Sirota, again writing at the Denver Post blog, characterizes the exchange thus: [David Harsanyi, in a follow-up post linking to PW] […] invokes Michael Moore’s name for no apparent reason, and then lazily refers readers to this guy [yours truly], who makes the argument that essentially says that because – theoretically – there exists someone in America somewhere who calls themselves a member

Reuters reports rescue operation in advance of rescue operation. Geraldo Rivera could not be reached for comment, but his mustache, vacationing in South Beach, noted that “I still feel like a douche just for that whole ‘draw the coordinates in the dirt’ brain fart — and the extent of my involvement was just to sit there on Jerry’s face, curled resolutely and looking, in his words, ‘every bit desert butch.’”

Full disclosure: I was asked to participate in the Denver Post “all-star” blog, but when the thing went live, I was left without a password or login info. Which, it turns out, is probably a good thing, or else I’d be combating nonsense like this, from David Sirota (who, incidentally, was profiled in the Denver paper when he moved to Colorado. He has dogs, I learned, and is passionate about