Is it just me, or does the phrase “badgering the witness” provide one of the funniest visuals ever?
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Back from leg one of the “Farewell Columbus Tour”. Four days, three cities, and let me tell you, if you haven’t experienced the nightlife of downtown Findlay, Ohio, you haven’t lived. Especially on Hawaiian shirt night.

And the DJ? I haven’t heard that fluid of a mix of Bon Jovi and Outkast since I had that dream a few weeks back about Bon Jovi and Outkast.

As far as the Indy leg went, pretty decent. I found an apartment to live in, I’m pretty familiar with the area, though its going to take some getting used to. If nothing else, I only have to live there for a year, and there *is* a Chipotle and a b-dubs down the street. Hell, I might never make it home!

So I’m down to 17 or so days left in Columbus, and have so much to do and so much I haven’t even started yet. This move is going to be rough. Its the first time since I amassed all this crap over the past 7 years that I have had to move more than 20 minutes away. This is going to be one big “pack the U-Haul to the gills” trip across two states and a temporary time zone. And finding a way to get my car out there is going to be just as tricky. At this point it looks like its going to involve a trailer hookup or calling in a couple really big favors. Though in the end, there will be beer.

Which is nice.

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My travels have kept me out of the loop as far as the Democratic Convention is concerned. Not that I would have watched anyway, but now I’m further out of the loop than I figured I’d be.

One thing I’ve wondered, though, while John Kerry goes on his “Look at me! I’m George Washington!” boat ride across Boston Harbor, is that if he’s all about bringing back core American values, why can’t we have some people dress up as Indians and toss his wife into the harbor as well? She is one mean dude.

The funny part is the co-worker who’s wife apparently has come up with a drinking game for the DNC. One drink every time someone says “Purple Heart”. You might not make it to the first commercial break.

In addition, I’d toss in the following: two drinks every time a Clinton is mentioned, three for Jesse Jackson or Al Gore, one for each time they call this Obama guy the next superstar Democrat, and everytime they show Ted Kennedy, do five shots of vodka. If he speaks, finish the bottle and drive the babysitter home.

But that would be too obvious, right?