Another take on BP's position
Have you wondered what an honest interview with BP would be like?
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Sunday, June 6, 2010
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Drama at DFW airport
Red Dodge Charger at the parking pay-out booths: you are cleared for take-off, on your filed flightpath taking you from the airport bar to the freeway.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Personal note to Al Gore: fear the purse
So, rumor has it that Al and Tipper are separated, which sure surprises me. I really have very little to say about it, other than the rumors regarding me having something to do with this are absolutely false. Al and I are "just friends."
It does, however, remind me of a FUBAR "brush with greatness," which I will now inflict on you, the crap-reading public.
It was 1992, at the Democratic National Convention in New York. This was way back when Texas wasn't constantly treated like an ugly red-headed step-child by National Democrats, so we would have somebody famous come to speak to the Texas delegation for breakfast every morning. One morning we got Tipper Gore, and the delegation breakfast was at Tavern On The Green in Central Park West. Lovely venue, actually, which has since apparently gone the way of Al and Tipper's marriage.
We all learned to drink our mimosas with our pinky finger sticking out "just so." And of course since we are Texans, we each drank 27 mimosas apiece, causing the establishment to ask a few of the Texas delegates to immediately leave "just so."
Anyway, the Tipper speech ended, Tipper left, the breakfast was winding up, and as we were pouring drunk delegates out the door, somebody noticed that Tipper Gore's purse was still there. At this point, a serious error was made: somebody decided that I was a responsible grown-up. They gave me the purse, so that I could track-down Tipper's people and return it to her.
I know you've already guessed this, but I think I remembered about the purse maybe 2 days later. When I got on the phone to track down Tipper's people, it turns out Tipper didn't have any people, she just had a Secret Service team. When I tracked down that particular Secret Service team, turns out they were all in a bar in midtown Manhattan, and had been for quite a while from the looks of things.
By my count, 2 more people must first die of old age before I reveal the rest of the story, but in case you're wondering - I don't know what was in the purse, I never looked. My mamma trained me to fear purses and their contents.
FYI, Tipper was happy to see her purse. Apparently happier than she is to see her husband these days. I wish each of them the best and hope it all turns out alright. Read more...
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Another take on BP's position
Have you wondered what an honest interview with BP would be like?
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Drama at DFW airport
Red Dodge Charger at the parking pay-out booths: you are cleared for take-off, on your filed flightpath taking you from the airport bar to the freeway.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Personal note to Al Gore: fear the purse
So, rumor has it that Al and Tipper are separated, which sure surprises me. I really have very little to say about it, other than the rumors regarding me having something to do with this are absolutely false. Al and I are "just friends."
It does, however, remind me of a FUBAR "brush with greatness," which I will now inflict on you, the crap-reading public.
It was 1992, at the Democratic National Convention in New York. This was way back when Texas wasn't constantly treated like an ugly red-headed step-child by National Democrats, so we would have somebody famous come to speak to the Texas delegation for breakfast every morning. One morning we got Tipper Gore, and the delegation breakfast was at Tavern On The Green in Central Park West. Lovely venue, actually, which has since apparently gone the way of Al and Tipper's marriage.
We all learned to drink our mimosas with our pinky finger sticking out "just so." And of course since we are Texans, we each drank 27 mimosas apiece, causing the establishment to ask a few of the Texas delegates to immediately leave "just so."
Anyway, the Tipper speech ended, Tipper left, the breakfast was winding up, and as we were pouring drunk delegates out the door, somebody noticed that Tipper Gore's purse was still there. At this point, a serious error was made: somebody decided that I was a responsible grown-up. They gave me the purse, so that I could track-down Tipper's people and return it to her.
I know you've already guessed this, but I think I remembered about the purse maybe 2 days later. When I got on the phone to track down Tipper's people, it turns out Tipper didn't have any people, she just had a Secret Service team. When I tracked down that particular Secret Service team, turns out they were all in a bar in midtown Manhattan, and had been for quite a while from the looks of things.
By my count, 2 more people must first die of old age before I reveal the rest of the story, but in case you're wondering - I don't know what was in the purse, I never looked. My mamma trained me to fear purses and their contents.
FYI, Tipper was happy to see her purse. Apparently happier than she is to see her husband these days. I wish each of them the best and hope it all turns out alright. Read more...