congratulations

When I first met Ang, she was 11. When did she grow up... and get freaking gorgeous?!?!

elections

In case you have not studied your official voter information guide as closely as I have, I would like to share with you the highlight. Specifically, Republican gubernatorial candidate Douglas R. Hughes on page 43:

"As your governor, I will ensure all pedophiles will leave the State or volunteer to live confined to Santa Rosa Island, at no cost to Californians, as they will have their own self-supporting village, away from children."

Though I am not a pedophile-phile, I think this plan is less than ideal. Thoughts that come to mind:
1. How can I find more ways to use gubernatorial?
2. How does one get others to volunteer to join a self-sustaining village?
3. Does the tri-fenced border that features later on in his candidate statement come into play?
4. How does he guarantee the pedophiles will not procreate, thus creating children in the self-supporting village?

According to the Office of the Attorney General, law enforcement tracks approximately 85,000 registered sex offenders. Santa Rosa Island has approximately 84 square miles. To simplify the math, let's say 84 miles divided by 84,000 offenders... .001 mile. Which, google tells me, is 5.28 feet per offender.

I don't think even the famous island fox can run a productive self-sustaining village with just 5.28 feet per individual.

parental visit

My dad recently got this present at work. For those of you not engineers, it is an AC-10 autoclave and it is now the largest and hottest on the west coast.

His arrived with a crane, a large hole cut in a wall, many trucks, large rollerskates, and a lot of stress.

Mine arrived with double stuff oreos, lemonade, and designed to relieve stress.

Come visit anytime. :)

did you know...

... the Amish don't pay into Social Security? How do I get on that plan?

closure

To complete this post...
1. Mail crisis averted. We are not a dorm and we will get mail. I am thrilled.
2. My most recent television appearance. And my mother's most recent copyright infringement by videocamera-ing off our tv.

the final blow

So, grad student friends, you know how sometimes you wish you could be a real adult? Like you look around and other people who are 28 have houses, spouses with real jobs, children*, retirement plans, more than one car, washers/dryers**, furniture not salvaged from a dumpster, a backyard... You know, those things.

I had come to terms with (almost) all of the above. Until last night when I came home and received a notice that the USPS decided we no longer qualify for mail service. Ouch. Totally sub-citizens.

I have this song in my head, but I am not going to sleep until this war is over. I have already written my representatives and postmaster and attended a (rather subdued) radical meeting. I plan to Facebook all my politician friends and use the fear of an election year to get a critical mass behind me continuing to get my steady stream of airline-mile-supplied free magazines.



* I recognize you can have children and still not be a real adult.
** Um, check back with me on Friday 'bout that.

BTSA

There is something terrible about taking a "day off" to sit in your house and type teacher paperwork for the state. State of California, do you really want to "induct" me as a teacher (5 years too late)? Send me to get a massage. Buy me dinner. Or, give me credit for the induction program I ALREADY did in Utah. It will help me be a better professional, give me the capacity to care more about my students, and save you cash.