As I write this, the Democratic National Convention is about halfway through here in Denver. Fortunately, it hasn't been the complete crazy town we natives were all warned to expect. Traffic hasn't been any worse than normal. Downtown has noticeably more people milling about, but it's not unmanageable to get lunch and get back to work in regular fashion.
But the crazies are out there. One of them left this two-sided business card on the windshield of my friend's car:
This thing is a truly inspired bit of stream of consciousness, given the very limited space in which it's contained. You get his opinions on McCain, Obama, and the Gators. You get a nice bit of casual racism. You get a plea to legalize marijuana, just after a condemnation of cocaine. You get a shout out to Mom. A request for a date. A love of Opera (the stage medium or the web browser?). And oh, so much more.