Down the Rabbit Hole...

My cat Walter woke me up this morning and reminded me that I had to get Brendan and spot a card, and that I'm going to Seattle tonight. Walter said he'd help me pack, and I said OK.

I took Amy into work at Republican Party headquarters - people there were mighty glum; President Saddam said that criminals needed to be tried before you could torture them. Bah, bleeding heart liberals.

All these people getting worked up over this "Super Bowl" thing - I don't give a rip about football. Too violent. If you're going to risk your body like that, then do it in the Army, guys. Oh yeah, SUPPORT THE TROOPS! Put one of those magnets on the back of your car. I hear it wards off car bombs.

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Up in Seattle now for a police brutality conference at the University of Washington. I just had drinks at a bar which has Washington liquor license #2 (the Nite Lite on 2nd), and basked in the character (and characters) of the bar, including the drunken couple needing a room next to me and the old guy who probably drank at the bar when the liquor license was issued on the other side.

Tomorrow - conference and seeing Roberta Gregory, creator of the Bitchy Bitch cartoon that was on Oxygen a couple years back.