It was H.W.'s machine that worked so very hard to completely discredit Clinton.
Well, as I said, I always got the feeling that Bush Sr. was just along for the ride in '92, and couldn't stop the machine if he'd wanted to except by not trying very hard. Granted, he was the one who built the thing for '88 (or enabled Lee Atwater to build it), so ultimately it was his fault. Just another case where I wish there was some way for candidates to find out that it's a lot more fun to win the presidency than it is to actually be the president.
IME, if you can't cook
drunk, you're not long for the restaurant industry. IJS.
Apparently, brenda! Oh, I was also surprised that
Tiffani re-salting whatever that was didn't come back to bite her in the ass.
Similarly, on the Amazing Race, I was stunned that
the hippies really did know their way around Tokyo -- I was sure that after all of the "I know where that is! I've been there before!" that they would get hopeless lost at some point.
It's like the reality gameshow version of the gun not going off in the third act, you know?
Jesse - maybe it helped that they
continued to drink -- you know like, if you study for an exam drinking mass units of caffeine, you should take the exam on mass units of caffeine.
Perhaps the same principle applies to
cooking drunk.
I wish there was some way for candidates to find out that it's a lot more fun to win the presidency than it is to actually be the president.
Reminds me of the movie "The Candidate" where he opens the matchbox after the election.
Oh, and Gail's blog says that the issue of
Food and Wine
with the winner of Top Chef is the July issue.
Reminds me of the movie "The Candidate" where he opens the matchbox after the election.
Heh. "So, what do we do now?"
Hello, all. Survived work Tuesday and then crashed like crazy on Weds. (Napped 10 hours.) Still 500 posts behind in F2F.
Now I am way behind at work instead of kinda behind. Who bogarted the infinite time expander??
And to top it all off, I woke up just in time to see the Red Sox lose to the Yankees at home. Bleah.
My brain is not working well.
I find that what my brain would most like to do is drop small objects onto ketchup packets to see what kind of indentations they make....
