Pretty uneventful day- some of the panels were useful, others less so. Finished up all the days activities, and then had a couple margaritas by the pool. Afterwards, went to Landry’s, where I think I had two quarts of Mai-Tai and a massive shrimp/oyster Po’Boy.
Now, I am collapsing on the couch and watching Law and Order reruns. A few years ago, I would be out raising hell, but sadly, that no longer seems appealing. The couch it is.
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WTF is wrong with our nation’s politics that an idiot like Dean Barnett, aka Hugh Hewitt’s foreskin, who has been wrong about EVERYTHING he has discussed over the past few years, feels comfortable offering a public opinion on Ron Paul, let alone taking money to attack him?
Dean Barnett should be somewhere offering mea culpas until his larynx falls out. Not opining snidely about people far more serious than he will ever be.
Sounds like my life.
Yup – same here. 10 years ago, I got sent to San Diego for a week. I’m still amazed I lived.
This year, I went down to DC for 3 days. My big night was some 911 wings at Hooters, followed by a couple episodes of BSG while IM’ing.
Ah, the differences between 27 and 37.
Just wait another ten years — you won’t even collapse on the couch; instead, you’ll be trying to find a way to get home early.
Mmmm…Po’Boy. It’s kind of sad, really. There are two major types of oysters in very close proximity to me (Malpeque oysters and Caraquet oysters), and I actually never tried them until just last year.
So much wasted time….
Apropos of nothing, an oldie but a goody:
When the wingnuts chant their talking points like a bunch of tambourine-beaters at the airport, they want to be paid for their efforts. And Pajamas Media was set up to do just that. They received by some accounts $7 million dollars to subsidize 70 right wing bloggers, and if you look at their sites there are no ads, many don’t even identify their affiliation with a logo. Look at some full-on loon like the Confederate Yankee who earns his/her 800 hits a day by having seizures over Google’s attempts to mock Christmas with Jesus butt plugs. The General will easily draw twenty times the traffic with his rapier-witted takedown, but the Confederate Yankee probably earns a lot more money than the General. These illiterate zeros are being paid out of principal, not out of any ad revenues. They are all Armstrong Williams.
The Pajamas Media folk ridicule the liberals they have bought for the purpose of rendering them neuter and biting their heads off like chickens in some geek show. Let’s just be clear, they didn’t offer this gig to James Wolcott who could tear them to shreds and blow the pig up from the inside, and they didn’t want anything to do with Crooks and Liars who draw more traffic in a day than all these fools combined simply by putting their cretinous droolings on video clip display. They are not there to make a profit. There is no “business model” involved. And every criticism they all laid at the feet of every East German factory worker after the toppling of the Berlin wall — they have no ability to work in a competitive environment, they know they will never be fired — comes into play. They’re fools, but they’re subsidized fools. They never have to worry about traffic, they never have to be even a little bit clever or creative or think or even spell right.
Holy fuck. I see booze and fatigue do not dull John’s chops.
Being able to create your own reality means never having to say you’re sorry.
Isn’t the real question why on Earth Dean Barnett has a job writing for Weekly Standard?
I mean, couldn’t they find someone with a higher intellectual standing, like maybe a flatworm?
Bob In Pacifica
I saw a story saying that Bush’s disapproval rating, those who strongly disapprove of the “job” he is “doing,” is now two points higher than Nixon’s worst one. Raw Story published graphs but didn’t give the written breakdown, like how many still strongly approve of the Prez.
Oil closed at over 97 bucks a barrel. Sure glad my mom owns an oil well.
That is sooooooo true. Even riding 360 miles on the motorcycle to do it, because you are ‘home’. Hotels wore off when I was young. If I am out of town, and done with what I came there for, then it is time to hit the road.
John, I don’t normally encourage people to drink, but please keep on keeping on. You seem to hit them out of the park with a few under the belt. Gets the creative juices flowing, and it don’t seem to take much…lol!
I don’t usually have much patience with the doom-and-gloom economic chicken littles, but between the subprime mess and the collapsing dollar, they might finally be right for once. A broken clock yada yada.
Still… I have this sinking feeling things will go to shit just in time for Bush’s (Democratic) successor to take the blame for the hangover from 8 years of GOP misrule.
No one blames the janitor for the mess the day shift left behind, I hope people remember this in 2009…
Well, although I am 42 and still doing crazy shit like going out to raves all night long (really), I have to agree re: the road tripping. I miss my own bed and familiar surroundings. I’ve done enough travel for work and travel for leisure that I value very much not living out of a suitcase, in a boring generic hotel, away from friends and family, spending too long in places where I don’t belong.
Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy seeing different places and different people. I enjoy people watching at airports. But after 3 or 4 days of being on the road, I’m pretty much ready to come home.
How can someone as dickless as Hugh Hewitt have a foreskin?
The Other Steve
By default. Nobody else was willing to risk their credibility by writing for the Weekly Standard.
Tom in Texas
Never eat at Landry’s. I worked there. Trust me on this. After working for a Tillman Fertitta owned restaurant, I will never step in the door of any business he owns again — an increasingly difficult vow to keep in Houston, now that the man owns half of Galveston, multiple national chains, and several hotels and casinos.
To elaborate, in the year and a half I worked for Landry’s in Austin, I saw rancid weeks old fish sold when someone ordered a “blackened” entree. They had a dishwasher who lived beneath the restaurant and showered in the ladies’ room before we opened for lunch. There were multiple off the books employees paid in cash rather than by paycheck. I was managing the bar there, and eventually quit because I refused to marry liquors (as in replacing half of an already diluted Grey Goose bottle with $3 or $4 a bottle swill) or shave employee hours. They also treated their employees unbelievably poorly by regularly scheduling 12-14 hour shifts for employees, then rolling back their hours to avoid overtime. At one point they charged every server a dollar a week (out of an already nonexistent paycheck) for soda fees. Cola has by far the highest profit margin of any item sold in a restaurant. A glass of soda costs literally pennies.
Enjoy Orlando, and I’ll talk to you soon.
Well, that’s what he hired Dean Barnett for. A “Personals” ad: “Wanted: Intellectually & Morally vacant cipher to serve as foreskin for prominent Right-Wing sycophant. Gonads not required.”