Regrets, I've Had a Few
Actually, until this week, only one: When I was a freshman at UCLA in the late 80s, I had the opportunity to ask Billy Crystal a question at a ceremony in which he received some sort of comedy award. I asked some lame question about one of his past movies. What I should have done was simply ask, "I hope you don't mind my asking you a personal question, but don't you hate it when..." and just see if he'd run with it. It could have fallen flat or it could have been awesome, but I'll never know.

But now I have a new regret: I regret not becoming a journalist and making my way into the White House press corps. Becasue then I could have been there when reporters were asking the press secretary about Cheney's hunting accident. You've probably heard about the press conference by now. People were asking questions such as, "Would it have been worse if the man had died?" Crackerjack investigative reporting, that.

But I wasn't there. So I couldn't ask questions such as: "Would it have been worse if Vice-President Cheney had strapped explosives to himself, wandered into a high-traffic pedestrian area, and detonated himself?"

Or: "Would it have been worse if, instead of hunting, Vice-President Cheney and his friend were off herding sheep, and a special bond developed between them, which led to the love that dare not speak its name? And then he shot him?" - served up by Ralphie @ 10:42 AM