Corruption

Right now I feel that Sacramento is the shadiest place on earth (and it's not because Reggie Theus got fired, contrary to popular belief). Sure, pull money away from education, healthcare, and other social programs--they're not important anyway...

Republicans=TOOLS

The Commish on Flax Seed

mark: cleansing power its the cool alternative to prunes

Played Out

The great Owen once taught us that "that's what she said" is completely over-used.  In that same spirit, B-Wan has been complaining over the last several days about how "douchebag" is getting way too mainstream.  Her solution--"asshat." While I think "douchebag" is more played out than MySpace, I don't feel that "asshat" is as catchy or strong as "douchebag".  

So here's my pitch:

When you find yourself wanting to say or call someone a "douchebag" over the next week or so, refrain.  Instead, try my suggestion: TOOL.  Short, sweet, and funny. 

Let me know how that treats you...

Oracle

Where eleven dollar beers happen...

Spice It Up!

I imagine the challenges I face finding variety in my cardio routine will be similar to those I'll face finding variety in my sex life when I'm married.

(I'm totally kidding...for some reason the thought crossed my mind for a split second during minute 39 on the eliptical tonight which led to this post)

Got My Mind On My Money And I'm Not Goin' Nowhere

One of the programs I supervise is getting partial grant funding based on a proposal I wrote. I know what you're thinking: "Who the "fui" gets excited about partial funding?!"  The answer: ME! To understand my excitement, you have to know the circumstance.

Times are tough right now in the state of California (not to be confused with the state of Lunafornia, as you well know).  This means you've gotta be crafty when it comes to funding programs.  You can't rely solely on what your department or institution has traditionally gotten.  The damn state is bankrupt for crying out soft.  Basically my boss (who is really sharp and savvy at raising funds) had asked me to think about writing a proposal for money from our district's trustee's fund.  The rough part was we started these talks about a week before it was due. I had no idea prior to the conversation that this money was available. If you know me, you know I'm ALWAYS busy at work and am hardly in the office.  My job requires that I be a man of the people--out and about in the community.  What this meant was that I wasn't able to start writing 'til the day it was due: Halloween. That day I was supposed to be off at 1 pm so that I could celebrate with friends and imitate Chuck Norris.  Obviously that didn't happen.  I managed to get the proposal done in time and got to participate in the costume contest/scholarship fundraiser at work. I'm pretty damn good at multi-tasking. It feels really good, all things considered that the program will be getting  a little extra dough. We're so short staffed yet the demand for our services is extremely high.  This will do a lot to help us get through... 

Editor's Note: Why didn't I post this on the greatest blog ever?

Relief

I can't wait to get back to work and it's great to be back in the city! Feels weird to say, especially at one in the morning. As much as I love my job, I often find myself eagerly anticipating the weekend.  I also really look forward to those one or two days a week I get to visit my folks in P-Town (usually Sundays to watch Entourage since I don't have HBO). My how the tables have turned. For the last 10 days I've been on vacation from work and have pretty much hung with family the whole time since Thanksgiving just passed.  

I guess the point I'm trying to make is that I'm really lucky to have a great family that I love and that loves me. At the same time, these last few days reminded me of how valuable and empowering it is to be independent.

 Editor's Note: Forgive me for being emo, I just really missed my Tempurpedic bed and pillow.