The people from The Center for Consumer Freedom finally gave me one of their stuffed "PETA Killed Me" puppies.

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I'm drinking a can of Coke courtesy of Red State.

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The Washington Times bought me a beer last night.

I feel cheap/used.

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It's impossible for this not to turn into a sort of "inside baseball" situation. We're all fighting the temptation to cover the coverage. I'm sitting across from Captain Ed, who managed to convey—better than I did, anyway—the strange spell Giuliani is casting over the Omni Shorham hotel even as we type away.

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It's simply amazing: for all the jaundiced remarks people like to make about Giuliani, he is a superstar here at CPAC. A bunch of us went up to the main ballroom 15 minutes early to cover his speech, but we couldn't get in because the fire marshall wasn't admitting any more people into the room.

Now I'm back here on the floor, and the monitor that has the feed is the epicenter of room, with crowds all around it and the volume turned up high. I've never seen anything like it, even last year. Not even Newt, despite his well-organized young supporters, drew this kind of attention.

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"I suppose I should cover Rudy's speech."

"Yeah; I should too. But I don't want to. He's such a fascist."

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. . . last night. It's so cool to meet people who have been supportive of my work over the years. James and I started out blogging around the same time: his site got big, while mine remained strictly a boutique affair.

But it was lovely to meet him. He's just like I pictured him—only taller, and quite a bit more good-looking.

Isn't it odd that we tend to know exactly what female bloggers look like, even when we don't know their real names? Yet men are less likely to feel they need to exploit their attractiveness for the sake of getting hits. Some say that gives chicks an extra edge, but these people are only partly right. It's just like everything else pertaining to gender relations: different. Not equal, not unequal. Simply different.

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"What happens at CPAC stays at CPAC."

[pause]

"Does that imply that there's a whole different convention that I'm missing out on? And where, exactly, do I find it—outside of Stephen Glass's fertile imagination? Come on: help a sister out."

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. . . that things are so hectic here at CPAC, one doesn't really have time during the convention to actually, you know—blog.

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. . . that it's slightly unnerving to blog surrounded by the glitterati of the sphere: people like Kirsten Powers of It's Out There, Mary Katherine Ham of Townhall, and Sean Hackbarth of The American Mind.

There are television cameras all over; I hope I don't feel compelled to pick my nose.

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