Showing posts with label dark night of the soul. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dark night of the soul. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 02, 2008

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: