I was re-reading last night's “Of Bush And Kerry” post this morning, and thought to myself: “Damn, that was pretty half-hearted.”
And I was right. (Right today, half-hearted last night. Keep up.)
The problem was, during the course of that post, and the one before it, I had consumed, shall we say, a non-trivial quantity of Fat Tire, a substance that I have a certain fondness for. The first post, about my office project, took a while to write. And I was wearing out the carpet between the office and the kegerator the entire time (the Fat Tire even made a cameo appearance in one...