Filing a missive from a meeting that will never end. Trying to do this before the battery power on the ol’ laptop dies (or at least several people around me do):

– Is it impolite to start a sentence with, “With all do respect to the pointless douchemook on the end…” I’ve found myself needing to curtail that urge several times at this meeting I’m in.

– I’m sitting across from a guy who looks like John Malkovich as“Cyrus the Virus” in Con Air. I don’t have a riff on that, but it is creeping me out.

– I’m really concerned about thatNestle’s Crunch Ice Cream Bar I just ateat this meeting. Maybe they don’t want me back next year…

–Apparently I’m not the only one having fun at a convention. I’d love to see this conversation.

–Nice idea, but really?If this thing actually makes, I’m calling for the “Gordon Lightfoot Memorial Plaza.” If you haven’t listened to “Sundown” in a while, you’re really missing out.

– From the“I somehow doubt this actually explains this” department: Also, can we get a moratorium on dumb-ass names for weird talk shows? Adding a “-y” to a truncated version of your name doesn’t really make you more of a chum. It makes you sound mentally imbalanced and stupid. If you need more proof, enjoy this classy duo.

–I’m speechless… and that was before I saw the photo…

– And finally, while I’m at a media convention, apparentlynot everyone is playing nice with the student media folk. And here’sthe kids’ own take on it. Fight on, brothers and sisters.

OK, back to vaguely paying attention to a really bad meeting. Thanks for letting me share your air.

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