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Sunday, June 3 

Blogging The Democratic Debate

Well, I made it to Austin.. finally. Storms were blowing through DFW, so my flight was delayed by about 3 hours. I've made it to the hotel, had dinner at Hooters (because it happens to be right next door. Incidentally, how come every time I eat at Hooters I get the pregnant waitress? I mean, it's not that she was ugly or anything, but you don't go to Hooters to look at belly.)

Anyway, let's see about this debate. I just turned it on, and Richardson is talking about his Heroes Health Card. I'm bored already.

Flipping channels.

Giraldo is discussing Paris going to jail. I just threw up in my mouth a little.

AMCTV is showing Fast Times At Ridgemont High. I have that on DVD, so I'll skip the edited for tv version.

Oh look, Titanic is on. Nowhere near the boobies, moving on.

HBO is showing Over The Hedge. Anything Wanda Sikes says is funny. Her voice just cracks me up. Moving on.

I am not missing anything by not having television, that's for sure. I'm shutting off the teevee and heading off to bed. I've been up since 2:30 this morning, and I. am. tired.


I watched quite a bit of that debate last night. I have to say, I really don't know what Barack Obama's deal is when it comes to the issues but it is really hard not to like him - he just seems so *nice*. I love it how he pronounces all of the country names properly. (Don't worry, I base my vote on a lot more than that!)

Hehe... Don't worry Dawn... Frank bases his vote on what minorities the candidate would like to enslave. Voting based on pronouncing proper names can't be any worse.


I don't want to enslave all minorities, just blacks and those dirty Mexicans.

I just made everyone in my class stare because it was absolutely silent except for the sound of mouse clicks and then I bust out laughing pretty much as hard as I can when I read your comment, Ed. Thanks.

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