After the lively Saturday morning panel discussions, as the attendees had their way with their tasty lunches, one thing became abundantly clear to me -- most political bloggers are nowhere near as dangerous in person as they seem zooming around in the blogosphere.
When I got home I looked it up in my Webster’s. No help.
No doubt, it's too new for that. Could be the paint hasn’t even dried on tomorrow’s bon mot? Still, I Googled it. Same thing, no help. So, I don't know what it means, but the sound of it grabs me.
Oh yeah, she's a real “psycho-phant”
Or, forgive those “psycho-phants,” they know not what they do.
And, hey, why should I be surprised to find new words at a cutting edge confab packed with bloggers, journalists and politicians? Maybe the ice tea was spiked, I had several glasses.
Well, I had a good time in C-Ville, whether I really did hear a speaker say, "psycho-phant," when he meant to say, "sycophant," or not. Now I wish I'd had another glass of that tea. In a day or so, I'll post more on this event.