I really wanted to do an Everyman tonight, but I have to get this political bookmark monkey off my back first. It's that damned Palin. She drives me frigging nuts. I feel like Jenny's angry boyfriend in Forrest Gump. He runs around frothing, treating Jenny like crap, then falls back on "It's just that lying son of a ***, Johnson!" in apologizing for his violent outbursts. When a client asks me, "Dave, do you have that report online yet?" and I respond, "I was...