Snow falling on pencils
I loved the end of this piece:

Soon, all the talking heads, from the New York Times, including the perkster, Katie Couric, to the daily yawps, like Chris Matthews, will be sounding off on Mr. Snow, and it will be interesting to see what the "official" term to describe him will be.

With the ball already rolling on honesty and honest broker, it may revolve around these words. But whatever it is, everybody will be using it at the same time, very soon, on every progressive show worth its salt and pepper.

Regardless, Mr. Snow, will add gravitas to the White House message, before he becomes a scapegoat, after he loses his head.

Nevertheless, the news of Mr. Snow’s arrival has fallen on the pen drivers’ pencils like a shock wave experienced in a 6.4 LA earthquake and they’ll be on the phone figuring out what to say and when to start the slow roast, or the high rolling boil, or whatever, filling the quiver with the arrows that will mark his first appearance at the podium.

Every member of the White House press corps will be up early on that first introductory day, shaking out the cobwebs, eating a good breakfast, or at least what passes for one today, slapping their cheeks, taking the special memory pills, putting the shrink’s card in the shirt pocket, walking the dogs, jogging, memorizing questions, looking at the Snow family photo, and getting ready for that first Texas cage match.

Nobody wants to be left in the lurch on national TV when Tony Snow first blinks in the lights.

And for Mr Snow? It’s just another day.