Palin in comparison

So here I am sitting up at 2 in the morning on a holiday Monday/Tuesday, writing about things that don't exactly capture the imagination -- although I am trying to rearrange bullets so that the first words make a haiku about shoes -- hard to work the word "corns" into a proposal about the future of retail interactivity. . . . but at least I am not Sarah Palin.

Beauty queen, sportscaster, moosebane. Bedecked in her brave beehive, she is the object of my pity this chilly evening. And I do believe that she is lying awake right this minute, staring at the moon and wondering why on earth she uttered that fateful "yes."

Sarah: I'm up if you just want to talk, you know, about anything, really. I have this great buttermilk biscuit recipe that you might like--if you put enough jam and butter on them, you might recapture a little happiness. At any rate, try to get a little sleep: Joe Biden can be a real handful and you'll need to roll all your courage into a ball to get up on that stage in your little red Republican lady-outfit.

PS: Do try to think a little about Iraq, there's a dear.

And here's a moose: