Mayor Makes a Funny

I'm not Minneapolis Mayor RT Rybak's biggest fan, but he made me laugh today. The UpTake has the video of this quotation:

“When we were bidding on the convention… the head of the Republican Party called me and said ‘Ya know, it’s coming close and you guys are great contenders here, but I need you honestly to say that you’ll work as hard for the Republican Convention as the Democratic Convention.’ And I said ‘Well, to be perfectly honest, I think I’m going to have to work a little harder on the Republican Convention.’ And he said ‘Why?’ And I said ‘Well, because I want to make sure the protest areas are comfortable for my wife and kids.’ ”

Badda bing!

I'm not sure whether I'll get the hell out of dodge when the right-wing wackaloons come to town next year or if I'll stick it out and join the protests. Leaning towards the latter, though, if for no other reason than the I'm still debating whether to get the hell out of dodge when the all the right wing wackaloonscamaraderie among protesters is always fun. And if Rudy's their nominee, then we could all protest in drag, which would add greatly to the experience.

Excuse me

So this is my second attempt at blogging, and its going swimmingly, don't you think? It's been one month and one day since I last posted. I'm sure I've lost at least half of my 5.7 readers in that time.

And what, dear svenden, can you offer as a grand and satisfactory excuse for this neglect?

Work.

And there goes another .43 readers.

I've been in hurry-up-and-wait mode for the past few weeks. This is a common phenomenon in the product development arena, in which everyone rushes to meet an unrealistic deadline, but something inevitably falls behind, and because "capable project management" is an elusive theory that is completely foreign to Project Managers, the unrealistic deadline gets pushed out a couple months.

Which brings us to this very moment, where I find myself sitting at work, twiddling my thumbs. So what have I been doing this past month? Let's bring you up to speed...

I got sopping drunk and sopping wet (in that order) at Oktoberfest in La Crosse, Wisconsin. I got older. I cleaned the shidayzies out of my house (it sparkled, I swear). I went up to Calgary to sing, dance (poorly), sightsee, take some pretty damn good pictures, do the full monty, and enjoy some excellent home-cooked Indian cuisine. I got sick. I was told I may get laid off, or that I may get a promotion. I got sicker. I got better. I got sicker. I got betterer. And I got told that I'm probably not getting laid off.

And now I get to go to a meeting. Woot.