Tuesday, October 18, 2005
IT'S SORT OF A TINGLY FEELING
The internets are abuzz today with a flurry of speculation, rumor and innuendo (my god, that never happens!) surrounding the anticipated announcement from doorman-turned-BushCo.- toppler Patrick Fitzgerald. I sense a nation of reality-based bloggers, champagne at the ready, perched at their stations, rocketing from site to site looking for the latest news, fingers excitedly hovering over their keyboards ready to pounce at any signal from the elusive Mr. Fitzgerald.
Is that you Santa Claus?
Yesterday's news that Fitzgerald may now have Darth Cheney's office directly in his sights, coupled with today's follow-up from Raw Story indicating that a top aide to Cheney may have flipped and is singing, literally has us hanging on the edge of our metaphors.
Billmon over at the Whiskey Bar likens the feeling to that which precedes a volcano, while Firedoglake calls it a gathering storm and Wonkette welcomes us to play some Indictment Bingo. I personally am seeking signs of weasels scrambling from their usual habitats... anyone seen Rove today? I'm also wondering when the next terror alert will be announced.
All of this giddiness is understandable of course, but I do hope we don't get Pujoled. For those of you unfamiliar with that term, which is probably most considering I just made it up, it refers to last night's NLCS baseball playoff game. The Houston Astros, with papa and mama Bush cheering them on (NSFW), were one out away from going to their first World Series ever. The fans were on their feet, raucous with anticipation. The stadium, Minute Maid Park (formerly Enron Field, natch) was on the verge of bedlam. Then, suddenly, the Cardinals' Albert Pujols dashed an entire stadium's dreams with a crushing blow to left field, and all that uproarious anticipation went for naught.
All I'm saying is don't pop prematurely, keep that champagne on ice. Lord knows we don't want to get Pujoled.
MORE
OGM: Indicted
Catch: Tunnelling
Shakes: Rumor Mongering
TalkLeft: Let's Make a Deal
Ga10@Kos: Dealing With Fitzmas
DU: Rove Cancels Fundraising Appearances
return to DAYS home
The internets are abuzz today with a flurry of speculation, rumor and innuendo (my god, that never happens!) surrounding the anticipated announcement from doorman-turned-BushCo.- toppler Patrick Fitzgerald. I sense a nation of reality-based bloggers, champagne at the ready, perched at their stations, rocketing from site to site looking for the latest news, fingers excitedly hovering over their keyboards ready to pounce at any signal from the elusive Mr. Fitzgerald.
Is that you Santa Claus?Yesterday's news that Fitzgerald may now have Darth Cheney's office directly in his sights, coupled with today's follow-up from Raw Story indicating that a top aide to Cheney may have flipped and is singing, literally has us hanging on the edge of our metaphors.
Billmon over at the Whiskey Bar likens the feeling to that which precedes a volcano, while Firedoglake calls it a gathering storm and Wonkette welcomes us to play some Indictment Bingo. I personally am seeking signs of weasels scrambling from their usual habitats... anyone seen Rove today? I'm also wondering when the next terror alert will be announced.
All of this giddiness is understandable of course, but I do hope we don't get Pujoled. For those of you unfamiliar with that term, which is probably most considering I just made it up, it refers to last night's NLCS baseball playoff game. The Houston Astros, with papa and mama Bush cheering them on (NSFW), were one out away from going to their first World Series ever. The fans were on their feet, raucous with anticipation. The stadium, Minute Maid Park (formerly Enron Field, natch) was on the verge of bedlam. Then, suddenly, the Cardinals' Albert Pujols dashed an entire stadium's dreams with a crushing blow to left field, and all that uproarious anticipation went for naught.
All I'm saying is don't pop prematurely, keep that champagne on ice. Lord knows we don't want to get Pujoled.
MORE
OGM: Indicted
Catch: Tunnelling
Shakes: Rumor Mongering
TalkLeft: Let's Make a Deal
Ga10@Kos: Dealing With Fitzmas
DU: Rove Cancels Fundraising Appearances
return to DAYS home
Comments:
So this is what the night before Christmas feels like!
I have cramps in my hands from crossing my fingers.
Dude, you've been blogging up a storm! I go away for one weekend, and it's like BLAM!
I hope "Pujoled" catches on, but I sure hope we don't GET Pujoled.
I have cramps in my hands from crossing my fingers.
Dude, you've been blogging up a storm! I go away for one weekend, and it's like BLAM!
I hope "Pujoled" catches on, but I sure hope we don't GET Pujoled.
And what did YOU do on your weekend? BLAM!
Congrats you two... let's hope the good news just keeps on coming.
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Congrats you two... let's hope the good news just keeps on coming.
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