Ho Hum

Just lazy lately, I guess. Here's what's up in my life lately:

1. John. Just...John.
2. The Pens meet Carolina tonight for Game 1. Glow, are you listening? Your boy better be on this series, mkay? All hands on deck. Or all birds on deck. Or..whatever.
3. My cracked in the head wacko Christianist staff assistant who is getting divorced for the fifth time just spent $7000 on plastic surgery to make her upper arms not jiggle when she wears short sleeves. Seriously. And I fail to see any difference. The fact that she could have gotten better and thousands of dollars less expensive results by losing the 50 pounds she is overweight through diet and exercise does not seem a valid argument to her. But putting $7000 in plastic surgery on her credit card is completely valid. Somehow.
4. There will be five weeks between now and the end of July where I will be working only 3 days a week. If I must be overwhelmed with work over the summer, this is the way to do it.
5. Survivor sucked this season. Not a bit of suspense.
6. I am truly looking forward to the new season of Top Chef: Masters. It should be some fun with all those massive egos. Tom Colicchio is an evil genius. I adore him.
7. Speaking of Tom Colicchio, I made my first dish from his Think Like a Chef book. It seemed simple, but getting the technique just right was the hard part. I'm pretty sure I managed it, judging by how it tasted.
8. I now know why my parents never wanted any of us to take dance. The fucking recitals are brutal! On average, each of my nieces' recitals take up about 3-5 hours. No kidding. And just for added fun, both of the nieces' dance schools have scheduled their recitals for the same weekend. So I should average about 8 hours in high school auditoriums, waiting around through dozens of dancing children whom I don't know and don't care about for the 3 or 4 dance routines of each of my nieces the second weekend in June. Hopefully, I'll get some extra good karma for the effort.
9. I'm getting fat. Every time I get happy, I get fat. Damn it. Gotta start working out more regularly. Boy, am I glad my crazy ass staff assistant decided that plastic surgery works better for her than her awesome treadmill, which she promptly gave to me.
10. I am being stalked by an old, old boyfriend whose wife recently died and to whom I sent a sympathy card. It's really getting sorta creepy. He keeps sending me cards and wanting to meet with me (as he says) "not as a threesome, if you know what I mean." Ew. I really don't think so, dude.

The Last Honest Conservative

I don't agree with all his diagnoses or conclusions. But I'd like to say that if the majority of the opposition to progressives like me were more in the mold of this model, I'd be proud to have a loyal opposition with whom to debate. Sadly, that is not the case and I expect Richard Posner to be drummed out of the GOP (if he belongs) and conservative organizations any minute.

Read it. It's worth it.

http://www.becker-posner-blog.com/archives/2009/05/is_the_conserva.html