Paula Poundstone, still sporting her signature triangular bob and menswear attire, was by far the most talkative and funniest panelist, whether explaining her PopTart eating regimen, launching into an examination on the historical accuracy of F Troop or explaining her ambivalence on 3-D movies (”I see in three dimensions all the time. It’s not that big of a deal to me”).
Bodett was witty, if not loquacious, while O’Connor salvaged a mediocre night was her final assertion that under the Washington snow we’ll find “Judge Cramer, Sasquatch, Jimmy Hoffa and the Republican Health Care Plan.” When in doubt, know your audience.
In the middle of all this, Parker took to the stage and gamely tried to extoll the merits of Houston, though her defending it as an arts town somehow turned into trying to explain the Art Car Parade (and the possibility of pulling up next to a giant chicken car year-round), topped in ridiculousness only by Parker’s mention that Houston strippers are required to wear official identification at all times.
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