I think CBS showed it shrinking a bit after the VP debate.

But as Alex stated, the electoral map is HUGE for Obama right now. That's all that matters.

I wanted them to have a buzzer sound when their time up and have thier mikes cut out. That would have encouraged them to keep within their time limits. :argghh:

Well, for the next one, then. The light bulbs on the podium, right in front of the both of them, red, yellow, green. ;)

Electric shock. Although McCain would probably keep talking through the shocks to prove how tough he was.

Maybe for every extra ten seconds a candidate keeps talking, the moderator drowns a puppy.

I feel dumb. I had to look up "tiller".

Take away your pirate card! ;)

I know he's used that phrase to show he's an old navy man, but I couldn't help thinking of the Moby Dick chapter "Hand on the Tiller," which in school we discussed as indicative of the somewhat homoerotic leanings of the enterprise.

Maybe they can get a sound guy to bring a previously agreed upon theme song gradually up ...

I blame Tom Brokaw for the time violations. He should have interrupted them and moved them on when their time was up. Rather than whining afterwards about how they weren't following the rules.

Of course, I'm not sure why anybody would agree to moderate such an event in the first place. His only job was to read note cards out loud.

Hmm. Looks like I was wrong about that chapter heading. Turns out there's nothing gay about "Moby Dick."

Well, maybe this:

"Squeeze! squeeze! squeeze! all the morning long; I squeezed that sperm till I myself almost melted into it; I squeezed that sperm till a strange sort of insanity came over me; and I found myself unwittingly squeezing my co-laborers' hands in it, mistaking their hands for the gentle globules. Such an abounding, affectionate, friendly, loving feeling did this avocation beget; that at last I was continually squeezing their hands, and looking up into their eyes sentimentally; as much as to say, � Oh! my dear fellow beings, why should we longer cherish any social acerbities, or know the slightest ill-humor or envy! Come; let us squeeze hands all round; nay, let us all squeeze ourselves into each other; let us squeeze ourselves universally into the very milk and sperm of kindness.


Would that I could keep squeezing that sperm for ever! For now, since by many prolonged, repeated experiences, I have perceived that in all cases man must eventually lower, or at least shift, his conceit of attainable felicity; not placing it anywhere in the intellect or the fancy; but in the wife, the heart, the bed, the table, the saddle, the fireside, the country; now that I have perceived all this, I am ready to squeeze case eternally. In thoughts of the visions of the night, I saw long rows of angels in paradise, each with his hands in a jar of spermaceti."