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Airport Drunkblogging: The Lightning Round!

So, I’m reading through the comments on my airport whining post (the gate agent was right, I didn’t make the 2:05), and stumble across a reader who opines,

“I’d much rather be stuck at the airport – drinking – than here at work.”

I immediately slap myself on the forehead–why the hell aren’t I drinking?!?–and scuttle off in search of the Hyatt bar. Now, with a double Crown Royal in front of me, I commence my first VodkaPundit drunkblog adventure–in the next 30 minutes before I have to head back into the security line.

First up (big sip): My favorite ESPN.com feature this season is “For Argument’s Sake,” a weekly discussion between Ivan Maisel and Gene Wojciechowski. This week’s edition is a gem, and not just because Ivan and Woj are throwing all kinds of love towards my Tigers.

This is a cheap and tawdry way to beat my own drum, but what the heck–I’m drinking. I spent three years in the late 90’s blogging before I’d ever heard the word; this column was my favorite out of that run.

I’m sorry and embarrassed to say that I don’t know what happened to the child referenced in the column, but my sentiments remain unchanged.

In casting around for blogfodder, I have three “old reliables” for material: the Blogfaddah, Lucianne, and Brothers Judd. Orin Judd is so prolific, he makes Isaac Asmov look like a lazy slug. Today’s pick: a great CS Monitor analysis of the Afghanistan elections. A sample:

Far from staying away from the polls, the Afghan voters came out in droves. Instead of being intimidated by threats of violence, villagers walked for miles to the nearest voting station to give democracy a try. Worst of all, from a terrorist’s perspective, the Taliban were unable to deliver on their promise to spread election-day mayhem. In fact, it was the calmest day in recent memory.

Read the rest.

Far be it from me to criticize alcohol-based miracle cures, but this is just plain weird. Sugar Mama Theresa’s getting goofier by the second.

No drinking-related discussion would be complete without a link to the pride of New Orleans, Chris Rose, who’s my personal favorite newspaper columnist. Check out his take on the Presidental debates, and marital relations (trust me, it works).

Ten minutes to go, time for one more drink.

A statement of fact: if the Web had existed when I was in college, I’d have flunked out. No way I ever would have gotten any work done.

I once bought a broken Donkey Kong, Jr. arcade game for $35. It took another $12 and about an hour to fix it (it’s since been traded for the sweet Asteroids Deluxe that graces my den). Makes me just chuckle in an evil fashion at anybody who pays two grand for one of these.

Three sparrows just hopped past me. I am not outdoors. I kid you not, and I’m not drunk enough to be hallucinating.

Think that’s going to do it, time to head for the gate. If I get upgraded, they’ll have to shovel me off the jet…

UPDATE: Rhut-rho. In the security line now–and it’s four times longer than when I was sober. The things I do for easy net access…