Since Sarah Palin's speech was allegedly already written even before she was picked as John McCain's running mate, I think it's fair game to run a piece I wrote before she was John McCain's running mate...

Last night's liveblogging was an Intertubular freak; the Xcel Center is supposed to be a wifi-free zone during the proceedings, but somehow the gods smiled on your humble correspondent, and I got a couple of hours to throw up some posts. Then, like a summer rain, it was over before you could blink. But I kept on liveblogging the old-fashioned way--in my Moleskin notebooks.

I'm sufficiently bored to start cruising Proquest Newsstand for references to the Republican running mate's future son-in-law, Levi Johnston. Perlstein shoots, Perlstein scores!

Wasilla hockey enters break on a hot streak; [State Final Edition]

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TR on the video screen gets no applause, nor his founding of the National Parks Service.

Who's "acclaimed inger and songwriter Rachael Lampa?" Others seem as baffled as I, save for the fourteen people in the Ohio delegation clapping along. (Ms. Lampa, it arrives, sings like a mouse, only more out of tune.)

Third person of color on the podium, a South Asian adoptee.

I keep waiting for someone from the New York Times to come and kick me out of their seat, but they're apparently somewhere else, doing something more exciting. Like defrosting the refrigerator.

Second black man of the evening. A preacher.

At the concession stand, first Republican upon learning that all they have left is veggie wraps: "Don't you have any meat sandwiches???"

Second: "You don't have hot dogs?

Third—in a row, that is: "No roast beef?"

A reader notes the following comment from a Toledo blog: Crap like this makes me wish someone could come up with a designer disease that would only kill liberals.

The "crap" in question is a mild-mannered post about the Republican vice-presidential nominee's prolific pollination problem.

Since Sarah Palin's speech was allegedly already written even before she was picked as John McCain's running mate, I think it's fair game to run a piece I wrote before she was John McCain's running mate...

Last night's liveblogging was an Intertubular freak; the Xcel Center is supposed to be a wifi-free zone during the proceedings, but somehow the gods smiled on your humble correspondent, and I got a couple of hours to throw up some posts. Then, like a summer rain, it was over before you could blink. But I kept on liveblogging the old-fashioned way--in my Moleskin notebooks.

I'm sufficiently bored to start cruising Proquest Newsstand for references to the Republican running mate's future son-in-law, Levi Johnston. Perlstein shoots, Perlstein scores!

Wasilla hockey enters break on a hot streak; [State Final Edition]

Copyright The McClatchy Company Dec 23, 2007

TR on the video screen gets no applause, nor his founding of the National Parks Service.

Who's "acclaimed inger and songwriter Rachael Lampa?" Others seem as baffled as I, save for the fourteen people in the Ohio delegation clapping along. (Ms. Lampa, it arrives, sings like a mouse, only more out of tune.)

Third person of color on the podium, a South Asian adoptee.

I keep waiting for someone from the New York Times to come and kick me out of their seat, but they're apparently somewhere else, doing something more exciting. Like defrosting the refrigerator.

Second black man of the evening. A preacher.

At the concession stand, first Republican upon learning that all they have left is veggie wraps: "Don't you have any meat sandwiches???"

Second: "You don't have hot dogs?

Third—in a row, that is: "No roast beef?"

A reader notes the following comment from a Toledo blog: Crap like this makes me wish someone could come up with a designer disease that would only kill liberals.

The "crap" in question is a mild-mannered post about the Republican vice-presidential nominee's prolific pollination problem.