Watching Sarah Palin struggle to assemble an English sentence while Joe Biden marshalled his talking points and droned through them was just about the most painful thing I ever subjected my eyes to. Nor have my ears quit sulking. Honestly I’m going to take a fresh look at Adam Sandler, I may have misjudged his talent. The low point was “Her reward is in heaven” which just about had me barfing up my guts. Biden wasn’t nearly as embarrassing but the idea of him being president after an assassination is just wretched. The comments about marriage had Patricia muttering “Coward” to Biden. I writhed in uncontrollable embarrassment and dismay (I do that, causing Patricia to ask me repeatedly if I was okay) but got through it in time to realize that two measly beers and the BEST DAMNED SMOKED GRUYÈRE evah were enough to put me in a sort of tryptophan coma and I slept for a couple of hours until I realized, on groggily awakening, that I wasn’t at home (strange cats closely inspecting my feet helped). Then P called me a cab and I went home and – amazing! – changed into my jammies and then fell into bed like a downed Douglas fir.
Let me describe the Gruyère. It was cave aged and smoked. Little crystals of intense cheesiness blended into a smooth authoritative but restrained crumbly heavenly aroma and mouth feel. The whisky cheddar was good; the incredible Port Salut almost liquefied. And those crackers! God, those are the best cheese crackers, I have to get some and then figure out where I store them so I don’t eat every single one as soon as the box comes home. The cavalcade of cheese â„¢ abides in the West End – all is right with the world. There is no political problem that cheese can’t solve, I tell you.
Tonight, The Con.
Hope the Con is everything you look for in a con, and that your panel is lots of fun.
At Issue last night totally ignored Palin and Biden, concentrating on the CANADIAN debate. Well, at least somebody in Canada did.
I guess that there must be a lot of people in the states, who, like some of us, wish that they could vote for none of the above.
I was afraid if I watched the Canadian debates I’d get REALLY mad, instead of just overpoweringly sleepy. God, I wish I had a picture of that, me curled up around 4 kinds cheese.
Nautilus3, you weren’t the only one who watched the Canadian Debate (given the conflict we chose Cdn over US).