I got shit on by Northwest Airlines, but I’m bouncing back, homey.  I talked to Rock Chalk today about various tax issues and she’s also stuck in the Mini-Apple on Northwest.
1. Lawman: I made the cast-iron-tater-tot-crust-with-egg-mixture-bake and holy fuck it is awesome.  I mixed soy milk and wheat germ with the eggs and when it was done I spread alandovos’ homemade salsa over the top.  For a dude with next to no food in my house, I’m living the high life.

2. We ship out for Vegas on Wednesday and we’ll be there til Saturday.  We’re staying at the MGM in case any of you jerks want to come to. You can’t stay in our room, though.  We’ll be touching each other’s private parts in there.

3. wwhazz did a pretty good job describing the visit to san dog.  I had far less time to visit and do stuff than I had initially thought, but we still managed to make a great week out of it.  I loved the sushi summit, and seeing grace-o and manders was A+.  I can honestly say I’ve never seen a baby as expressive as grace-o.  Sometimes it’s pretty damn simple to discern her opinion on things.  Thanks again to wwhazz and bellygirl for the hoespitality; it will be re-paid.
4.  Tonight I bought Jet-Li’s Fearless on PPV, and it wasn’t bad at all.  I think the good doctor told me to watch it awhile ago.

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Fuck Northwest Airlines

Fuck Northwest Airlines

Fuck Northwest Airlines

Fuck Northwest Airlines

Fuck Northwest Airlines

Fuck Northwest Airlines

Fuck Northwest Airlines

Fuck Northwest Airlines

Fuck Northwest Airlines

Fuck Northwest Airlines

Fuck Northwest Airlines

Fuck Northwest Airlines

Fuck Northwest Airlines

Fuck Northwest Airlines

Fuck Northwest Airlines

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February 2007 is halfway through, and I couldn’t be happier for myriad reasons.  The end of the month is spacebee’s birthday, and it’s Vegas Time.  Also, it’s fuckin Wisconsin in February so, yeah, there you go.  But mostly it’s because I’m criss-crossing (miggety mack’ll make ya) this country of ours like a futuristic hobo on the the modern boxcar: coach seats on United aircraft.  It’s full of the same disheveled stinkpots you’d probably find on the long-haul from Hackensack to Hoboton, but with laptop computers and an even worse disposition.

So this week was Mountain View for Hacktavism RC1 (you tech-tards won’t understand or care, but it had to do with making whiz-bang software) and next week is Whale’s Vagina for the Intuit Tech Forum.  Fuddruckus and Manders are shouldering the awesome responsibility of watching grace-o crawl/creep/boot-scoot-boogey all the way from San Heezy to San Deezy to kick it, Intuit-style, at a Coronado Resort.  I’m still trying to organize a Sushi ExtravaDanza sometime next week.  Fudd told me Sceizzer was down as well.  That true, maddddddddddddddd?

So, it’s Sahn Dee-ah-goe next week, then back home for the Ultra-Rare (biggest screen in the Midwest!) GMC Wisconsin visit.  Oh man, oh man, I’m so excited! I’m! So! Scared!  Then it’s off to Las Vegas for food, folks, and fun.  And by that I mean food (Sbarro food court), folks (mexican dudes throwing hooker trading cards at me), and fun (losing my shirt in craps).  Oh mommmmmmmmmmmmmmm, can’t we stay the Hooters Hotel & Casino?

After that I’ll finally be back in Wisconsin for a week or so, and then it’s off to Florida for a week. Theoretically I should be taking pictures.  In fact, I may or may not. We shall see.  Here’s some pictures from the Hacktavism Thing-A-Ma-Jig.

Finally, oh my god, is that Vanilla Ice? Yes, my company hired him as a pitchman.  Yes, he’s wearing a giant Uncle Sam hat.  Yes, he raps about filing your taxes.  Huzzah.

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Some of the reasons I can disclose to you, and some I can’t, but today was an extraordinarily bad day.  It started with a doctor’s appointment in New Glarus.  I print out directions which are fairly straightforward: Uh Oh! A fire truck is blocking southbound access to Hwy 151! I’m supposed to take that road!  So I spend an hour wandering the backroads of southwestern Dane County before I find my way back onto the correct route.  Holy shit I know nothing of Wisconsin south of County PD.

The doctor’s appointment includes some unexpected surprises including a tetnus shot and a procedure that men get once they reach a certain age. Hurray.

Next up we hit the gym: parking lot full! Park out on Mifflin you jerk!  Thanks, Cap Fitness.  So I park on Mifflin and as soon as I pull to the curb I realize I’m well and truly fucked.  I’m downhill, and I’m too close to the car ahead of me to just pull out again.  I can’t reverse because I’m sitting on 6 inches of ice because no plows have been on this street because none of these assholes ever move their cars.  I floor it in reverse and burn up my back tires without moving an inch.  After I take my foot off the gas my cars rolls forward until I’m 1 inch (no lie) from the back of the car in front of me.  After we get out of the gym the situation has improved tremendously!  Some jerk in a green VW Bug has parked right up behind me, so even if I could floor it out of there in reverse, that way is now blocked.  I storm around and have a temper tantrum for awhile, and spacebee is wonderful in letting me rage at an inanimate object for 20 minutes. We finally abandon the car with a note for the police (it’s a 2 hour parking zone) that says we can’t get the fucking thing out and walk to rumthumb’s place.  She graciously gives us a ride to spacebee’s so we can acquire a car, and then it’s back to my house.

Afternoon now: my tetnus shot has made me sick! Hurray!  Also, there’s a Super Important Meeting at work that I’m supposed to give status at but wasn’t invited to!  Hurray!  And now I’m sitting in this Very Important Meeting and it seems like my attendance in the least important thing here.
I’m unsure how I’ll ever get my car back.  A rational discussion of options (in the shower) did not turn up anything besides “hope the jerk in front of us drives away.”   *sigh*

even saw the lights of the goodyear blimp/and it read “moneypenny is fucked”

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I’m fuckin’ exhausted from the last week; the last 3 days have been chock full of Intuit-representin’, college-edumacated interviewin’, eatin’-on-the-company-dime fun, but it was work all the same.  Today was meetings from 11-5 and now I can finally breath.  Well, take one breath before sprinting out to go play volleyball with the You-Dub Hoespital team: The Screaming Pancs. I wanted to use that breath to tell you not to expect many updates between now and March.  I’ll be out of town for 2 1/2 weeks in February at different events in Mountain View, San Diego, and Las Vegas (w00!).  In the meantime, I’ll try to pop back in from time to time, but overall I’ll be MIA.

I’ll post more about last week and my upcoming plans this weekend, hopefully.

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