On the real, we had no idea -- after all you San Francisco Wonkeroos whined so very soulfully about the Holocaust -- worse than the Gestapo or even the IRS -- of having to take a bus to our latest meetup -- that the San Francisco Wonk would be such a handsome and superfun genus. Seriously, all y'all were gorgeous and superfun and nothing against LA or Detroit, but now those towns can suck it. A new bar has been set. Above is someone's butt. As usual, we will not identify commenters (and so many lurkers) who show up in the pix, but they may do so for themselves.
I seem to recall that you've mentioned that you no longer care much for big crowd scenes or the drinky thing, and it was for sure crowded and drinky. I was kind of hoping you might put in a guest appearance, but you can't have everything.
Only if we peek into the box, after election day, will Mitt collapse into a single state. Until then, he remains in a superposition of quantum political states: retired and not retired, simultaneously for and against everything.
"[A]ccording to the latest theories, the “Mitt Romney” who seems poised to be the Republican nominee is but one of countless Mitt Romneys, each occupying his own cosmos, each supporting a different platform, each being compared to a different beloved children’s toy but all of them equally real, all of them equally valid and all of them running for president at the same time, in their own alternative Romnealities, somewhere in the vast Romniverse. "And all of them losing to Barack Obama."
Excellent. Good to see you (virtually).
Yeah. And we had some fun, too.
Strictly speaking, by the time we meet, their fate's pretty much set. Exceptions have been rare of late.
Ah hahahahaha. You'll never.
Oh, he gave it away. I'm the other guy.
Excellent update to your profile comment. ;>)
What a crummy trip. You shoulda come to SF instead. Glad you're back safely.
As Fukui-san said, "that hot chick" was not only hot but hilarious. (So was everybody else).
-- silver-haired guy
Where were you, anyhow?
Well, it kind of picks up the color in your shirt.
I seem to recall that you've mentioned that you no longer care much for big crowd scenes or the drinky thing, and it was for sure crowded and drinky. I was kind of hoping you might put in a guest appearance, but you can't have everything.
As I recall, your eyes weren't quite that kaleidoscopic.
Great pictures, BTW, considering how blurry we all were (or was that me?).
Audio needz moar cowbell.
It was that kind of party. (San Francisco, doh.)
<a href="http:\/\/www.nytimes.com\/2012\/04\/01\/opinion\/sunday\/a-quantum-theory-of-mitt-romney.html" target="_blank">Eggzactly. </a>
Only if we peek into the box, after election day, will Mitt collapse into a single state. Until then, he remains in a superposition of quantum political states: retired and not retired, simultaneously for and against everything.
&quot;[A]ccording to the latest theories, the &ldquo;Mitt Romney&rdquo; who seems poised to be the Republican nominee is but one of countless Mitt Romneys, each occupying his own cosmos, each supporting a different platform, each being compared to a different beloved children&rsquo;s toy but all of them equally real, all of them equally valid and all of them running for president at the same time, in their own alternative Romnealities, somewhere in the vast Romniverse. &quot;And all of them losing to Barack Obama.&quot;
No one ever questions the awesomeness of the BBQ, just the awesomeness of every other thing.
needz moar alt-text.