Here is why we missed Ted Kennedy: after entering the Pepsi Center, it takes eight or nine hours to figure out where you are supposed to park your ass and start typing. Also, we were getting chicken fingers. How was Teddy anyway? People were clapping, the sounds suggested. Here is probably where we were supposed to go, on the bottom dungeon floor next to a room full of live rats: “The Blogger Lounge.” Doesn’t it look so opposite-fancy? Blogging, it seems, has arrived.