Busy day at work today, and the boy's been keeping us up the last two nights. Also, I didn't buy a newspaper today. This all means that I have literally nothing to say today.
I do, however, have a lovely image of political strategist James Carville for you to enjoy. I want this photo on a coffee mug or a thong, so if you're shopping for my birthday, why not go to Cafe Press and make it happen?
I have seen Carville twice, both times in Alexandria, Virginia. One time he was jogging down Union Street, near the Potomac River, shuffling along the road like a guy with chammies glued to the soles of his shoes who's trying to polish the asphalt surface. The second time, O Glorious Day, we were both selecting jellies and/or jams from the same shelf at Trader Joe's. The man was right next to me, and I couldn't think of a thing to say. When I recounted this experience to a guy I know, he told me I should have said this:
"Y'know, try as I might, I just can't picture you f***ing Mary Matalin."
James, if you're reading this — I promise you I've never tried to picture that. But I will give you fifty dollars if you'll rip off Tucker Carlson's bowtie and eat it on the next edition of Crossfire.
Posted by Michael Genrich at February 20, 2003 03:12 PMRemember when people on Crossfire used to actually debate instead of just competing to see who could yell the loudest? Sigh.
Posted by: Dan on February 20, 2003 04:37 PMI remember in the mid 80s when the old wrinkled guy (I can't think of his name) was on Crossfire with Novack. That was when it was the only show of its kind.
But I agree, a good debate sure beats a shouting match.
Posted by: Rob on February 23, 2003 10:46 PM