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Notice I wrote to the DNC, not into the DNC. See, I don’t have tickets. I’ll be one of tens of thousands trekking to Denver ticketless to be in the noise.

I probably won’t be posting a lot here, but you can follow me on Twitter.

Why would anyone travel 1,000 miles from Indiana to do such a thing?

Personally, I think it will make for an interesting story. I’ve gone a heck of a lot farther in pursuit of interesting stories. This blog for instance.

I tried to get a press pass, but I was about 5 months too late. Here’s how I described it to Jared, traveling partner for the next week and – for our purposes here – a very experienced photojournalist:

I called the DNC. They pretty much laughed at me when I asked for access to the convention/speech. Apparently, they think they are dealing with two jokers trying to pass themselves off as actual journalists. Jackasses. I told them that I was converting to Republicanism.

Chances are that we’ll just end of tailgating ala Jimmy Buffett concert.

I do have a couple of assignments, but I doubt I land an interview with the candidate or, for that matter, anyone not painting faces or selling hot dogs. The story I get will probably be titled something like “The Inside Story Outside the Convention.”

If you happen to be someone visiting this blog to check my credentials: How dare you question them! I am a very serious journalist who has written on such important issues as farting on airplanes and disposable underwear. I have a very loyal blog following of highly intelligent, very witty (so witty that you probably wouldn’t get them) individuals.

(Note to such individuals: leave lots of comments under multiple aliases. Make them full of wit and intelligence.)

See you on Twitter.