Conventional.

Shepard Fairey in the crowd, via the Times.

The "No shit, Sherlock." Award goes to professional dick Howard Wolfson when Katharine Q. Seelye runs into him at the convention . . . "9:34 p.m. Running Into Wolfson: We literally just walked into Howard Wolfson, who marveled at the huge crowd at the stadium. “We would never have been able to do this,” he said smiling, and raised his arms to point upward. Asked why, he said 'I think for the reasons why he’s the nominee. He tapped into people’s desire for hope and change.'"

My favorite convention moment? Listening to Grunt's Recycled Music while Susan Eisenhower was busy tearing all the idiots a new asshole. Perfect.