1) Boston is generally confusing.
2) Democrat hoes are frigid -or- I have no game whatsoever -or- my vibe doesn't play well in Boston.
3) Howie's simpleton libertarian bent is getting really fucking annoying, and upon further thought, must be the result of his a) lack of brainpower and b) overbearing upbrining in a certain Utah-based clique.
4) This is the first time I can remember when contributing to a blog regularly was thought of as "cool" (fyi - reading this blog regularly = even cooler).
5) It hurts when I pee. Seriously. Will keep you apprised of situation or any atypical discharge.
6) After about 24 hours in your run-of-the-mill Democratic National Convention environment, the focus shifts from causing intelligent mischief to creating conflict and trouble. This may run counter to our attempts to secure free lodging for the evening.
NEXT STEPS: I am trying to secure a low-grade piece of beef, run it coarsely through a blender, put it in a styrofoam cup, and present it to an abortion protestor. Use of a blender, particuarly for this purpose, represents the current long pole in the tent on this scheme.
