I'm Steve Jordan. This week on
This Old Thread, we've learned a lot about our candidate's ability to alter time to do his bidding... more or less... we've learned that, no matter how well you touch something up, it's still the same old furniture... and we've learned exactly where you can put a ceiling fan, provided you have the right angle and plenty of vaseline. We've also learned how expensive... not to mention painful... it can be to surgically extract a ceiling fan. (Lisa, you'll be getting my surgeon's bill...)
But as I look around, from my vantage point lying on my stomach on this gurney, I notice very few people remaining here at the convention. Unfortunately, I believe that many of our attendees had a chance to see the Barack Obama
promotional video the other night, and it has thoroughly disheartened them. Now believing that an Obama victory is inevitable, and in fact mandated by the very Earth itself, attendees have thrown their Pshrynk hats and signs to the ground, where they were specifically told not to throw them, as we had plenty of duly-designated co-mingled paper trash bins to throw all that stuff, and they've gone quietly home.
From here I can see Pshrynk and his entourage, sitting around on plastic lawn-chairs and drinking Zany Carters behind the main podium... all except for Mr. Montsnmags, who seems to be creatively rearranging the spine of an unauthorized reporter that has just tried to horn in on their circle (actually, he may have been merely trying to snag a Zany Carter).
I'm going to wheel a little closer, while carefully demonstrating that I do indeed have press authorization badges, and I am not slumming for any of their Zany Carters, and see if I can hear some of the conversation back there...