I met a group of guys called "The Walkers" today. It sounded like the coolest nickname ever. So secret you couldn't quite tell what it meant. They've got to be a black flag operation against the Republicans. So, I ask them, come on, tell me, what does it stand for? It turns out they're ... dog walkers.

There has never been a more profound sense of disappointment. They went from the coolest people on earth to the least cool, by a country mile. Oh well.

I went to a secret dinner with MoveOn. That was cool. Anything secret is cool.

Finally had deep dish pizza. I'm going to classify it overall as a ... disappointment. Too much tomato sauce. I still prefer Pizzeria Uno's. I know that makes me a tourist and a hack. But we went to Gino's East, which is one of the two places EVERYONE recommended. Whatever. Cut the tomato sauce in half, triple the cheese and then we're having a conversation.

I'm afraid no one is reading these fun YearlyKos blogs I'm doing because they have the most boring titles of all time. Seriously, of all time. I tried with the second one when I mentioned trying to get laid in the title. AOL took it down (from the main news page), probably rightfully so. Oh well, I tried.

On an unrelated note, anyone else hate salt shakers that aren't shakers. You know, the salt grinders. I had one at my table for breakfast. Man, they suck. I turned that stupid salt grinder for half an hour and still didn't get dick out of it (I never know whether I'm going too far, is "dick" wrong in that sentence, do people get offended by shit like that?). I need a lot of salt on my food. I hear Koreans are the same way. No, I'm not drunk. It's true.

Okay, now I'm off to a Huffington Post party. It sounds fancy, but I think people are mainly going to get drunk in some dude's hotel room. I hope I don't forget his room number. I hate it when that happens. Your whole night is shot and you wonder around the halls of different floors feeling like a total douche.

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