More sneers, snubs, shuns, and dirty looks ahead

for your intrepid reporter...

-- That dress. Dear God, is that the spinnaker from the HMS Pinafore?

-- "Oh gosh! Oh gosh! Oh gosh! I'm used to ... much smaller (ones). You give new meaning to the phrase 'Everything's bigger in Texas!' "

And she said that while still clothed in the draperies from the funeral home.

--Burnt Orange Report has reported on the Lapel Sticker Primary, that David Van Os didn't file the necessary paperwork with the Texas Election Commission (dutifully following the breathless accounts of Ye Olde Texas Blue), and then by golly, that he had done so.

Today we can expect postings from either one of those two fine shops indicating that Barack Obama has endorsed DVO to spite Boyd Richie for his snubbing of the Obama campaign two weeks ago, that the Van Os campaign took over the Flower Mound Democrats booth in the exhibit hall and Molly Beth Malcomb had to run over and try to stop them -- and failed when her red outfit suddenly ripped at the seam, and finally, that Bill White has entered the race for state party chair in order to unify the fractured convention.

-- I saw Pink Lady's toes at the Bloggers' Caucus too, and I'm not sure whether Charles is foot-fetishing or what. (Me, I thought she'd had a boobjob since I last saw her. I could be mistaken, though...)

All at once, from the left of the Texas blogosphere comes a low "SSSSShhhhuuunnnnnnnn"...

Don't forget that I still love all of you.

Tim Kaine and Chelsea Clinton?

That is some serious third-string disrespect.

You don't suppose that Obama may be, you know, conceding Texas to McCain in the fall, do you? And if he is, it couldn't be because of this, could it?

One of the things about the media room is that you get some of the real scoop. Boyd Richie's entry music apparently is going to be that obnoxious country-western anthem "I'm a Hard-Workin' Man" that is heard on Ford pickup truck commercials of late. Leticia Van de Putte's music might be "Signed, Sealed, Delivered" by Stevie Wonder. Various other intros/intro music are being rehearsed for tonight's session.

Update: Philip and Matt collected power strips to take over to the general session, to some grumbling. So I packed up, drove back to my luxurious Habitat Suite and had a beer and some nachos in order to finish this.

Here's a couple more of those troubling questions ....

-- Why does Paint Texas Blue, the latest PAC set up to win five Texas House seats, only list four on their flyer distributed at the convention? And don't say that's all they had room on the page for. These guys claim to be raising two million bucks; they can't hire a designer for an 8 1/2 x 11 flyer that can communicate their message effectively?

Diana Maldonado, Sherrie Matula, Ginny McDavid, and Joe Moody. Great Democrats and good races to help, every one, but what about Kristi Thibaut? Or Larry Hunter? Or Joel Redmond? Or Donnie Dippel? Or Robert Miklos? Or Carol Kent? Or Sandra VuLe? Hell, there are five Democratic seats we have to defend -- can't some PAC pick Juan Garcia, Valinda Bolton, Allen Vaught, Dan Barrett, or Joe Heflin? How about helping Chris Turner, who's taking on one of the worst Republican idealogues in the House? There's great detail about all those races at the Texas Observer's blog.

And why is it necessary to have another PAC for Texas House races anyway? Can't somebody start a PAC for the three Texas Senate races? Or help Rick Noriega with fundraising, for God's fucking sake?

-- Tim Kaine and Chelsea Clinton?!? Kaine has facial tics and a receding hairline back to his neck, with the remaining strip dyed Kiwi boot black. I know he was Kos' darling a few years back, but that was when winning the lieutenant governorship of Virginia was a big deal.

This is really the best Boyd could do?

I'm going to dinner and then to bed early. Tomorrow: the state chair race, in the afternoon.

Update: Boadicea posted the YouTube. Jihole.