And Then There Was A Guy With A Dollhouse On His Head
This is what was going on while I was doing my ”Brit is here, no she isn’t, yes she is, no she’s left” updates. While we were waiting for Mark Vincent Kaplan, or anyone that looked remotely like an official representative of the court, this guy showed up and decided to grace us with his presence.
He gave a rather rambling psuedointerview with the assembled press, in which he touched on the fact that he had the solution to the mortgage crisis (one month you pay somebody else’s mortgage, the next month somebody else pays yours, and we all help each other), he didn’t quite know who Britney Spears was, and he supports Hillary Clinton for President.
Really no reason for this post, other than I wanted to use these screenshots I took. Only in LA, folks, can you wear a house on your head yet still not be home.
The historic takeover of Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac, which could come as soon as this weekend, moved to the forefront of the presidential campaign Saturday.
In the arena that night, the whole last minute was drowned out by cheers — and then when the soaring music swelled, the confetti rained down as the harbinger of balloons and the hopeful first family took the stage, forget about it — it was a perfect end to a convention that last Monday, no one even knew if it would happen. But it did, and I'm so glad to have been there.
