The Anti-Return of the Blogger

I call it an anti-return because the firm I work at has blocked all web-based e-mail and all blogs. That's like cutting off an arm, or something. Jerks! And all in the name of "productivity"...well, pish-posh to productivity. Nah, it's not a bad idea, I guess.

(actually, i'm just saying that it's not a bad idea in case they are spying on me now. i'm hiding underneath the 12 bananas i bought for a dollar at the farmer's market. it's a terrible idea!)

So, I guess a few posts ago, which was actually like six months or so ago, I made some post about baseball. If you didn't know, I am baseball-obsessed. I think the obsession has actually grown with the advent of blogs. (And if you haven't read any comprehensive Twins blogs, I highly suggest http://www.aarongleeman.com and http://www.bat-girl.com immediately.) I am going to the Twins playoff games in the first round. I have a non-sexual man crush on Johan Santana. I get to live vicariously through him as he lives my dream of being a dominant ace pitcher for the Minnesota Twins. (Except that he's left-handed, and from Venezuala, and all that.) Look at him, though:

That is HOT.

Just bring it, Yankees/A's!

p.s. Dear Harry, Thank you for letting the Twins take two out of three from Baltimore last weekend.

meeting celebrities

That's right, I met Al Franken last night. It was the most awkward celebrity meeting of all time, with Amy introducing me to him and him saying "Oh, uh, hi Mark, nice to meet you" and then staring at his feet. Then Amy told him an embarrassing story in front of everybody and Al said "Wow, Amy, I thought you were smarter than that!" And everybody laughed. Yeah, Al Franken made fun of my friend in front of a bunch of people.

Then, last night, I had a dream that my car got smashed up, including a flat tire. And I went into my trunk to find a spare, but all I had there was a pesky square tire. You can't drive with a square tire!

And now, in five days, I am leaving for Paris.

I SMELL A BLOGGY FOR THE BLOGULATOR!

Let's just say that The Blogulator got a little bit of extra traffic today...

...because it was featured on CityPages.com as the "Minnesota Blog of the Day"...featuring this blurb:


MINNESOTA BLOG OF THE DAY

Check out Chris and Qualler's Pop Culture Blogulator before it jumps the shark - oh, too late!

I can only imagine the Bloggies we're gonna sweep up for this one, suckas!

http://blogs.citypages.com/blotter/2006/05/511_morning_com.asp

another post

I think I might move.






To a different apartment. In the building I live in.

Maybe, maybe not, but if I do, it might be at the end of May.

Unabashed Political Crap

So I reached into my mailbox today and found a letter from the Republican National Committee, "urging" me to stop the Democrats' "plan for 2006 (to). . . take the House and Senate, and impeach the President." First off, I'm supposed to be unhappy that they plan on trying to get more legislators in office? Secondly, just because a bunch of D.C. people "haven't ruled out" the possibility of impeachment doesn't mean they're gonna actually do it. Third, how did I get on the Republican National Committee's mailing list in the first place? I guess that's what happens when you work in public accounting.

What is much more fascinating to me than the incessantly annoying bickering at in Washington DC is the Minnesota legislation. Today, the (Democrat-controlled) Senate passed three stadium bills, which, in general, are giving the entire Metro area a sales tax (I don't know how much it is exactly), and additionally tacking on some much-needed transportation bills for the Metro area. The Senate bills differ considerably from the ones passed by the House, but instead of both sides saying that they're going to be deadlocked and not pass anything, they're actually going to go to a conference committee and work out their differences. Wow, it's amazing what can happen when two sides agree to work things out, isn't it? Granted, Minnesota legislators are far from completely cooperative with each other, but it's still encouraging to see that they're willing to work out issues that both sides agree are important.

Meanwhile, I'm trying to figure out who to call to get my name immediately stricken from the Republican National Committee mailing list.

UPDATE: I just looked at the "Support Reply" suggesting I donate $35 so I can receive their "exclusive 'I am proud Bush is my President' mouse pad." This letter also, while having my correct name above my address, starts with "Dear Ken,". . . who's Ken?

UPDATE II: I just tried removing my name from their mailing list on the GOP web site, and when I did it, it said, "Sorry, an error has occurred." NOW THEY AREN'T LETTING ME GO!

I hope they like studying for the CPA exam

My car got broken into last night on a well-lit street while I was watching 24 at Joe's place last night some time between 8:10 and 9:00 pm. They smashed the passenger-side window and took my bag which contained, of all things, my CPA review book for the BEC section of the exam. Luckily nothing else of value was in my car. Now I have to get my damn window replaced, and, additionally, get a new copy of the book.

So, in short, I hope that the robbers in Minneapolis like studying for the CPA exam.

Tax Day = More Blogging Time

That's right...the charge hours are a bit low today because everything's done and everybody's sitting around waiting to get free alcohol in the afternoon. Woo, comics about taxes! I'm probably the only one who will be amused by these:

I had a dream...

Last night, I had a dream that I was sitting around talking about TV shows, and I brought up my idea for a Six Feet Under mix CD interspersing dialogue from the show with songs. Then Chris goes "I hate Six Feet Under, it sucks." I was like, "Whoa, Chris, I thought you at least liked the first two seasons!" Chris then says, "No, I hate them all! Nate's a jerk!" Then he walked away.

That was the second upsetting dream I've had this week. The first was when I was sitting around somewhere and my boss, dressed in a gorilla costume, came up to me, touched the back of my head and telepathically told me some new stuff about work. Wait, I guess that one wasn't really upsetting.

Also, welcome to blogging, Brigitte! Got your hand!