Just had coffee with the Gimmes—looking forward to meeting everyone else soon!

Heh.  We found Oblo on a street corner.

Throw me a bone, guys. I’m dying to find out if Axelrod is just as freaky cool in-person as he is on TV.

I’m just waiting for photos of a potted Oblomova dirty dancing.

Say hi to Soros for us, and thank him for the checks.

What check?  You guys got your check?  Where’s mine?

Have a great time, all of you!

On my way.  Sorry, was having sangria with a pretty girl.

Dude, Axelrove fucking rocks!  Those of you who are not here have missed your last chance at bonus checks.  It was so cool! My WaPo delivered to the hotel room had a note in it that told us where to go at the OOEbuilding to find our checks under the scaffolding on the east side of the building.

Len, Oblo says, “a boy can dream”.

Oh, and if anyone thought that RR was not cool, we have Oliver Willis in attendance.

Oliver Willis is very cool. Dart him, tag him and bring him back the lab.

Mostly radio silence so far, but it’s an established scientific fact that wireless Internet connections cannot function in the presence of neon signage and cocktail-swords.

You could be here you know!  And, yes, we are having a lot of fun! ;-)

(this is Mar not Polly)

We are pulling up one of your incarnations now, Strange, to commune with. Brace your dharma for incoming vibrations!

This is Polly. Sorry, Little Red was commandeered while Chris was taking pictures of my chest.

Yes, of course we’ll post them!

Is there a Confluence post for us this year?  (this is John Cain)

Strange, baby, read my email.

Oh and now Donna Brazile is here with swag bags.  I just ducked into the gent’s to rifle through mine and the first thing I see is 50 Platinum Level Access Vouchers.  Awesome, and I don’t even mind that there’s a note attached to it reminding me that this is a down payment on future hope enforcement efforts and not for past performance.  I’d do it for free anyway. 

Before I forget, who wants to meet for coffee before the Rumproast Strut for the “creative class” [cough] tomorrow?

Tom here. I think we may have enough people for a 5K Run.

Oblomova here—just talked to Strange. Also having a wonderful conversation with the Michelle Obama bobble-head doll—but all she wants to say is “Whitey. Whitey. Whitey.”

There’s a strange clown circling the block in a white panel van.

Plouffe’s here! Plouffe’s here! Flaming shots off cardboard Axelrod to follow!

You might have gotten one of the defective models that clips off the beginning of each message.  Mine says “if you can’t keep your own house in order, you can’t run the White House, whitey” or “send up the lobster dinner, whitey” or “Heckuva job, whitey.”

Well, shazzbott. When you pull the string on my Chatty Murphy doll, it works fine: “Islam Sucks!” or “Here Are Cupcakes, I’m Tired, Go Away!”

Just letting marindenver know that the dogs are fed and well, and hoping you all are having tons of fun :)

Hi kc - Dad says he doesn’t care about the dogs, did you water the garden?  ;-)

Just kidding, we’re having fun and I’m glad you remembered to feed the babies.

Love,
Mom

We are having a wonderful time. Mark Penn just showed up with an apple in his mouth.

Thanks, “progressives”!

I’m trying to finish a fucking post. Don’t tase me, ‘bro.

Mr. Gimme and Oliver are geeking out on comics.  For Mr.  Best Roastacon evah!

Oh for a video feed!

@Allan—Haven’t you checked FreeRepublic? They’re running a live feed off Polly’s notebook cam.

4,800 comments so far, mostly mocking Kevin’s T-shirt.

Penn thought there was a wet T-shirt contest here tonight, but he left when he found out it wasn’t winner-take-all.

THANK OPRECIOUS!!!

Sorry for the delay. We’ve moved! Broadcasting Roastacon into your living rooms from a series of increasingly dubious watering holes Axelrod is curiously familiar with!

He looks funny with foam in his mustache.

Axelrod’s drinking BEER?

Holy crap.  I wasn’t expecting Phase II to launch until much closer to November.

I’m going to have to step up the recruiting for Operation Judas Goat.

Looks like the party has moved inside the Cone of Silence.  Have fun guys! 

Whatever you do, don’t pull Emanuel’s finger.

Heh.  We found Oblo on a street corner.

Comment by gimmeabreak on 06/05/10 at 03:24 PM

Oh behalf of all the off-site vicarious Roastafarians, I would like to apologize that none of us stepped up to spike the ball after that excellent set-up.

I am in yet another Irish bar. America WTF? Terrorism *has* won. You suck.

I am in yet another Irish bar. America WTF? Terrorism *has* won. You suck.

IIRC, that was Darragh’s last message from Denver. History doesn’t repeat, but it often sings two-part harmony.

Wait, Roastacon’s in that Washington? I was wondering why there was so much more stage-diving than last year.

Ah, well, would’ve been nice to see everybody, but on the bright side, I’m in three of Stone Gossard’s side projects.