We were surprised, had no idea they were going to bring Lis Wiehl on to debate us so were caught unprepared for that (the producer sent us an email late in the afternoon, but I was already on my way to the studio, and being a fossil with a clam-shell "dumb" phone, I was unaware of it until I returned home). I was glad to see I didn’t appear as totally flustered as I felt, but I'll confess I was apprehensive about watching the results.
Then again, they’re pros and we’re expected to be able to field anything hit our way—next time, and the producer said they’d be in touch, we'll be expecting the conversation to include such parrying, and now that we know they hold such viewpoints, we can be better p
Then again, they’re pros and we’re expected to be able to field anything hit our way—next time, and the producer said they’d be in touch, we'll be expecting the conversation to include such parrying, and now that we know they hold such viewpoints, we can be better p
Then again, they’re pros and we’re expected to be able to field anything hit our way—next time, and the producer said they’d be in touch, we'll be expecting the conversation to include such parrying, and now that we know they hold such viewpoints, we can be better prepared.
This is real different from talk radio, where you have time to explain yourself, and there was one point where I wanted to respond but backed off so Mike could talk. It's very strange being picked up by a car, getting the Bondo treatment by a makeup artist, sitting unnaturally upright, staring into a lens and getting all your inputs from an ear bud. At this point, I haven't been able to overcome butterflies beforehand, surreal muddleheadedness during and shoulda-saids after. People who do it all the time make it look easy, but it is not, at least for me.
And oh yeah: It was 6,000 rounds, Lis, not 60,000.
This is real different from talk radio, where you have time to explain yourself, and there was one point where I wanted to respond but backed off so Mike could talk. It's very strange being picked up by a car, getting the Bondo treatment by a makeup artist, sitting unnaturally upright, staring into a lens and getting all your inputs from an ear bud. At this point, I haven't been able to overcome butterflies beforehand, surreal muddleheadedness during and shoulda-saids after. People who do it all the time make it look easy, but it is not, at least for me.
And oh yeah: It was 6,000 rounds, Lis, not 60,000.