spoooooky.

I'd never heard of her until she came to Hartford a couple of years ago. She and Al Franken were set up toe-to-toe, with Cokie Roberts' husband in the middle as an amazingly inept moderator. The two combatants were so bad that my wife and I left early.

My take on them both was that they were professional titillators -- they'll say absolutely anything or do anything to draw attention to themselves, increase their brand awareness, and therefore sell more of whatever it is they sell. The amazing thing to me was how inarticulate they both were. I expected some elegant verbal fencing but all I got was a couple of the loser kids on the playground trying to be cool by shouting mean things at each other. Pathetic.

the portrait of Alice Cooper in the closet is entitled: "Picture of Ann Dorian Cooper."