All in でしょう.

Senator Huffington?

Wolf Blitzer had a little slip of the tongue this morning while interviewing Kay Bailey Hutchison (R-Texas). Hopefully there will be a C&L or YouTube link later.

Things I'm learning about Boston

I'm in Boston for the first time in my life this weekend. It's the first time I've been deeper into New England than Amherst (where I got a sadly short-lived kitten many years ago).

There are a bunch of things I've learned for the first time here.

1. This weekend, there's a Skierpinski Triangle atop the library dome at MIT. I got to report this before the MIT Hacks page!
2. I'm 99 and 44/100ths% sure that the monstrous Citgo sign across the Charles River from the MIT campus is the inspiration for the Big Wheel Petroleum sign in Neal Stephenson's The Big U.
3. The Prudential Center, a roaming galleria connecting, well, let's say three hotels and five office buildings and the convention center across from the Berklee College of Music, feels like a miniature above-ground version of the Toronto PATH, a shopping and commuting concourse mostly built for snowbound sarariman-tachi.
4. Actually, there's a lot of this place that feels like Toronto, moreso than New York or Philly.
5. Trader Joe's and other chain stores are only allowed to have three liquor licenses per chain in the Boston area, which means there's no Two Buck Chuck on Boyleston Street. Suckass!
6. The MBTA has adopted Charlie, from the Kingston Trio song I grew up singing, as a mascot! Too cute!

And , although this is more of a national story, the idiot with his finger on the mute button at TBS for the broadcast of Comedy Relief needs to be farking fired. He stepped on all D.L. Hughley's and Dane Cook's punchlines while allowing plenty of curses to get through.

Finally, ESPN's Poker Club is a bloody peep. As in "soft as a marshmallow ____." I've played four O8 sit'n'gos there since signing up last night and cashed in all of them (two thirds and two firsts). If I don't win my way into the WSOP Poker Academy (since there aren't a lot of other ways to win a way into Vegas for a New Yorker anymore), I may be forced to give up the game. At least until a nice new carpet joint opens up in Chelsea.