The Misspent Life

Where Can I Get One?

OK, I read this post from my pals at Vice Squad with some interest. A prostitute bust in Lakeview? A lot of them were "transgendered" so forget them, but there were four normal ones! I only live four blocks from Lakeview. I should start hanging out up there...fo' sure!

Oh, Get Off It!

So Andrew Sullivan is back from vacation. He has only few new posts up at the moment but he already has made my eyes roll and decide never to go back (again). In a post on McGreevey he managed to bash Bush for being a Dixiecrat? You heard it right. Here it is:

...Zell Miller is now the keynoter for the Republicans. Here's a man who once proudly condemned LBJ for backing civil rights for African-Americans, while Bush's Republican grandfather stood up for decency. History has come full circle, hasn't it? The Dixiecrats meet again in New York. Now they're called Republicans.

Let me get this straight, Andrew, Clinton and the Democratic Party were Dixiecrats in 1992 when Zell Miller gave the keynote address? His utter insanity when it comes to the domestic Republican agenda is ridiculous. The broad diatribes he consistently produces against conservatives are old and tired. And it is all because some of us don't think his lifestyle should be blessed and proclaimed across the Land as Super Duper A-Okay.

You know, it is amazing that I can even write this blog since my knuckles are all bloody from dragging on the ground.

A Vice-ous Habit

The good folks at Vice Squad linked to my earlier post on drunken bears. I must say I am happy with that. You should check out the site, I do; lots of smart stuff on sex, drugs, booze, gambling, and all that good stuff.

I Am Temporarily Poor

I have never been one for handling money. I just can't be bothered and thankfully have never really needed to worry all that much about going hungry or homeless. So it came as something of a shock when I checked my bank statement and I found that I have just about enough funds to cover next month's rent. Of course, I have also been buying books like they were tickets to Cher's final farewell tour and I was a forty-seven year old male flight attendant. Sadly, this revelation into the rather molasses-like nature of my cash flow puts a kibosh on my plans to head east this week. I may still do it, though, if I can find a place to stay gratis.

Thank God my raise hits my account on Friday. It is time for me to go into super hermit mode.

Finished with Phase I

I finished reviewing the GMAT guides and will now begin to take practice tests. I plan on taking at least eight practice tests over the next three weeks and then take the test in a few week's time. I will also begin to review the GRE books (which will be done quickly since there is some overlap in test structure) and take that test a few weeks after the GMAT.

I cannot wait until I am done with this, the most boring and upsetting part. I cannot wait to dive into my essays! Words, words, words! I love them.

Do I Have The Guts?

OK, so I'm thinking of jumping on a plane on Sunday night and working from the New York City office Monday and Tuesday and then hopping on a plan Wednesday morning back to Chicago. Why would I do this? To go to the NRO party on Monday and Fitz on Tuesday, of course!

It is a big gamble. I would be betting that I don't get called for a project or work that they expect me to to in Chicago for either day. This is a safe bet, but one that if wrong could be bad. To be safe I would pack a week's worth of clothes in case I needed to jet off in a hurry.

I might run it past a few colleagues this weekend to get their advice.

UPDATE: I think I may have a solution that would be a safe alternative: book a flight for Monday afternoon. This would allow me to run it past the people who would need to be fine with it and if necessary change it to be later in the day or Tuesday so I can at least do Fitz. It might mean I miss Turtle Bay, but at least I can finally make Fitz! Will update as I continue to sort this out...

ADDITIONAL UPDATE: This morning I ran it past the Powers That Be and the Powers That Be said, "Do this work." So, while I found affordable flights and was willing to put up the money for the hotel, I would end up working all night anyway, missing Fitz. It had to be these two days that they actually want me to do something, wouldn't it? That is life. I am sad, especially since I got Armavirumque all excited. Sorry guys! Down with Corporate America! (There at least I sound like the people in NYC.)

Naked People Want More Money

Don't these people read the news or follow their own issue? Hasn't President Bush budgeted large amount of money--substantial increases--to combat AIDS in Africa and around the world? Maybe all of it hasn't been appropriated, but the activists fight should be with the bureaucracy holding up the money, not with Bush. Do they want a President to advocate for people to have lots of sex with condoms to prevent AIDS.

What?

OK, whoever came here searching for "gay life lybia" can leave now. (Why am I number ten on the search?)

Thank you.

Gone Friday

I will most likely be gone Friday, away from my computer all day at a work thing. I may throw a post up on Friday night, or Friday night I may throw up on a post. We'll see where the evening takes me.

Hee Hee Hee

Time well spent at this link: Swift Boat Vets Make Baby Jesus Cry (Thanks LLamabutchers)