Tipsheet

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...