Code Neon Blue!

Not that I was there to see it. Keep reading, that event is today’s exciting ending.

As you may recall, on Wednesday I ended up sticking to The Big Tent rather than going out in search of excitement because I broke a wheel on the cart I was using to haul my ancient and heavy laptop around. I tried for a duct tape fix, but only managed to make it stable for standing still. Luckily, this was the last day I needed it for this trip. I have plans to cannibalize an old lawn mower for better, stronger wheels, so Cart-y WILL roll again someday!

Checking my email in The Big Tent, I found a message from Mendi C back home, asking me to send out a reminder about the Prowers County Democratic Service Project event, a food drive for our homeless shelter and food bank. (It was a big success, and I will be posting more about it soon.) Doing this was another reminder for me to do something about switching our county party e-newsletter away from the LAME MSN interface we currently use. It is a gigantic pain in the patoo and I hate it like poison.

A couple of big names stopped to give interviews next to where I was sitting that morning. Joe Trippi and The Kos His Ownself were two of them, and I saw several people with hefty entourages, so no doubt they were celebripols of some type. But check out who was blogging RIGHT ACROSS FROM ME!

Yes, Rich from MichiganLiberal! I first met him at Frankenoid’s Garden Party on Sunday, before he had acquired BobbleObama. One of the sights from Denver I wish I had captured for posterity was Rich at the party, trying to hula hoop with a big string of glow sticks. Sadly, the necklace attachers do not hold up against the force of such awesomeness.

At 3, I returned for another stint of volunteering in the Battery Sauna. I don’t have any notes about this shift — I think my main accomplishment was getting caught up on my email and usual online reading. It was a less hectic day than Monday, as well. Probably most of the bloggers had worked out their own systems for staying powered up. We were still doing a land office business in those giant wheeled batteries, though.

Happily, I didn’t have to stay as late Wednesday. I begged off, using the excellent excuse that I was supposed to be coming in the next morning at 7. Between the heat in the room and my dwindling ratio of sleep time to activity, I was starting to feel a touch of nausea, one of the warning signs of an impending CFS crash. Balancing my cart on its one good wheel, I started heading to the 16th Street Mall lightrail stop.

Even in my weary haze, I could see something was going on. I ran into a highly annoyed Jen Caltrider in the outdoor bench area of the Tattered Cover, who explained they had cordoned off the Union Station parking lot because someone had spotted a suspicious-looking abandoned package. So all the poor people who had been lucky enough to score the good parking were now stuck for who knew how long!

It turned out later to have been a box of some kind of campaign literature. They found that out after they blew it up. Maybe the canine that reacted to it as though it was a threat was a Republidog?