Morning Cup o'...Eh, It's Too Early For Puns.

Bush got raw on the press pool yesterday about Iraq, and the Washington Post called it impassioned. What, not cuckoo or angered-by-his-utter-defeat-and-imminent-demise? Video, here.

God bless you, DVR.

Oh, is that all?

Giuliani's giving away money. He's kinda like a Democrat except it's his money.

Your daily dose of electoral optimism.

Hugh likes Mike.

E.J., it's because self-loathing is virtually a plank in the platform.

Also, in case you're interested, I dreamed this morning that I was dating Colin Firth, but broke up with him for my high-school ex-boyfriend (yeah, I don't know what I was thinking either).

Then, I was being taped in a diving contest (like that Rodney Dangerfield movie), which I lost, and I was in danger of losing my job because the whole thing was on tape, and I couldn't stop cussing. Must be some sort of paranoia brought on by my video-blogging debut. But that still doesn't explain the Colin Firth thing...