Ahhhh....

Although the whole "working from home" revolution of the last few years is truly the biggest scam of the 21st century, I've gotta say I can dig it this week. Particularly considering the alternative (police, leftists, etc.). So, as friends, family, etc. keep calling and saying "yo man, what is up for you during this stupid convention? isn't your office like right there??". No worries people, it's all good...I continue vigorously working for the man betwixed sessions of Ellen Degenerate, Judge Joe Brown and sunning my bad self on the deck.

One revelation of the home office is this:

Blows my mind how this dude can do exactly this for 16 hours a day....

The Republicans are coming! The Republicans are coming!

Actually they're already here. Last night my man Dan and I were having a snack and a few beers at a pub a few blocks south of MSG and began to notice them. Like true dork conventioneers even after leaving the convention they still wear their credentials around their neck like a target. Even without the badges I think they're easy to spot.

One aspect of this whole RNC thing I didn't anticipate was the young Republican contingent. College kids or recent grads running around with their little crew cuts and badly tailored suits. The female young Republicans are another story in their tight little tops and skirts. We were pulling some hardcore eavesdropping last night on a dinner of 6-8 of these Bushophytes.

"So Courtney, who are you hoping to meet?"
"Oh Brittney, I don't know...everyone I think! Trent Lott, Arnold, everyone! What about you Ryan?"
"I'm really looking forward to meeting Dan Quayle"

I think there may be a little tailhooking going down this weekend. Republican groupies....who knew?

We couldn't stand by and let these dorks pollute the pub with this talk so we took turns practicing our republican introductions to NYC (loud enough that they could hear...luckily we were the only people in the dining room at the time).

"So you guys must be republicans huh? Wow, we don't usually let republicans into our city without giving them an abortion or forcing a gay sex act on them but welcome! So y'all from Texas? Well yee haa. Y'all know Buck Fush? No? Well heck he's just about the smartest durn publican to come from Texico. You don't know Buck Fush then you ain't got no reason to be up here in New York."

Back from vacation today I began the countdown to the Republican National Convention. With the convention in Madison Square Garden and my office literally in the shadow (check the X in the photo below....that's me 9-5) I thought today I would begin taking some precaution in case someone thought they would be cute and launch some preemptive W. busting hijinx.


So today I thought I would avoid my normal route through Penn Station and begin riding the Hell (6) train downtown and walk across town to work. Bad idea...potential terrorism is one thing, the 6 train at 8am on a weekday is quite another. I'm still not keen to enter Penn Station for the next few weeks but the 6 train is not the answer. Tomorrow I'll try the notorious M4 Fifth Avenue bus. Some folks (mostly the elderly and feable) swear by it. I'll let you kn0w.

T minus 6 days and counting.

Greetings from summer vacation 2004. Honestly it's more homage than vacation but I'm free of corporate America for a week nonetheless. Leg one of summer homage 2004 included the east coast folks in Maryland and Pennsylvania.

The Maryland portion of leg one while riddled with family drama fulfilled the summer homage with great food , drink, and music.

The Pennsylvania portion included a tour of Amish country which we haven't done in many years. Pretty boring actually but a good look at the simple life. I can't help but think (at least in passing) walking around a corn field in bare feet and reading (the bible exclusively of course) by candlelight could possibly be as rewarding as the rat race in NYC. Some day perhaps we'll convert to Amish....think they'll have us? The New Light Amish Cult of Steve...hmm...has a nice ring to it.

Here's a pic of a few Amish folks we caught walking down the road. The dad was pretty insistent that we didn't photo them straight on as being photographed is against their culture. I suspect that belief comes straight from Witness and from no real knowledge....but we obeyed anyway.

Leg two (the Dairyland) begins this afternoon. The agenda: string cheese overdose.

Sorry people....I haven't been not holding up my end of the deal with this blog lately. No worries, I'm back....and he gay:



No shit. Who cares. I like the guy. Straight shooter (so I hear...) and better than stupid Christine Todd. So he cheated on his wife with a man, so what. That's his (and her) problem.

You know you're tired when you see this....



and think this is the only perspective from which you want to see a crowd like this again.