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i’ve been a bad blogger, for shame. i’m sorry kids. i know you’ve all been out in the cold too long.

well for some reason, perhaps daylight savings, i dunno, i seem to have gotten a bit of steam in my stride this weekend, and i’m starting to actually get shit done the last coupla days. i dunno i was in a funk (imagine that) and i seem to be (hopefully) coming out of it.

first thing i accomplished was uploading something in the order of 1000 pics from xmas on to flickr. i dunno it got to the point where i didn’t even want to think about uploading them. but i sat down and did it, and as lame as it sounds, it was a relief.

i’m digging in to the  mounds of laundry, contemplating yardwork in a serious manner, and i actually did push ups yesterday (i think i’m as fat as i’ve ever been right not, if not more) yes kids, it’s time to come out of hibernation.

so i have a couple plans for the site. i need to get angry man back up there-change these images of random scenery, i’m thinking of setting up an el coche fantasico page again, and finally taking on the task of the mythical ‘i’ll never’ list. did i not mention that. i want to create a page of all the jackass things i said i’d never do, and then, naturally later in life, did. a sample? yoga, diet coke, pet ownership (first cat, then multiple cats, then dog). oh there’s tons. it’ll be a fun jaunt down jefke’s a douchebag lane, you’ll love it, trust me.

as part of that actually, one major thing is i’m getting a new laptop soon, and i can’believe it, i’m considering a macbook, no not the air, nor the hugeass expensive macbook pro, but the simple hearty salt of the earth macbook (richard–you ok? did you hit your head on the desk as you fainted). i’m torn b/c i really really also want a tablet pc. no i’m not a doctor, nor a field engineer, but i think i’d really use it, especially in meetings, and on the train and can you imagine actually drawing shit in visio? how cool would that be.

i even placed an order for the tablet via a super discount through mr. sarge. but when the ship date was mid may, and evil ex coworker don started spouting off about dual bootable OS’s on the macbook and running xp on it if i needed to, i got nerrvous, so i’m trying ot cancel the tablet order and regroup. god help me.

in other news, family is good. we wehre just out in norther cali, san fran and such. oddly enough i dont’ have much to report. san fran is a neat city. nice to visit, dont’ think i’d want to live there. the hills are no joke man, that shit is crazy. alcatraz as cool, though not as creepy or spooky as i would have hoped. redwood trees are indeed very fucking big. vineyard are pretty, err sorta. traveling with a toddler is hard. and i think that’s about it-

other than that, i tried to save some money by not admitting the diabetic cat to the hospital at 50+ bucks a day for her shots. well naturally she got sick from not getting her shots while we were away, so she had to go in to the hospital. costing more than if i had jsut put her in there. brilliant! another one for the “everytime i try to save money, i get screwed…” files. she seem to be better now, and well, it’s just more money down the drain…yay!

ok back to work kiddies.

so, here in the states there is this politician that has based his whole career (seemingly) on going after corrupt, evil, greed, immoral corporations and general evil doers. so he gets elected as governor of New York. not too shabby, pretty big state and all.

apparently, said politician loves the whores. really though, who doesn’t? so there’s a big scandal that broke yesterday about how he would order ladies when he was down here in DC testifying in front of congress and shit. well not while he was testifying, but and night, you know. right.

so the ‘agency’ he used had ladies who’se rates varied from $1000/hr to $5500/hr. wow!

so in consulting (which is just corporate whoring) we have a phrase that we some times kick around with a client after a couple drinks, though i personally dont’ know if it’s true or not. it’s something to the effect (affect? i can never keep that straight, same thing with ‘that’ vs ‘which’) of “well (insert name), you know there’s a difference between a hundred dollar hooker and a thousand dollar hooker…”

i guess the point is you get what you pay for, or sumshit. but my god. what do you get for a 5500 dollar lady? sweet jeebus, what does she do? I’d love love love to know what goes in to the econmics of prostitution. i mean, i guess part of it would be the actual skills, or whatever. i dunno how you quantify that, exactly. but ok, whatever.

then there’s the branding/prestige of the firm (ha firm)-mckinsey consultants get more money than i do, i could be smarter (unlikely) but they’re with mckinsey so well they bill more.

i’d guess that these are the types of ladies that one could take out on the town to a diplomatic reception and shit–but apparently, no one does– they just bang’em. so really, is it just that they’re that hot? or something. fascinating. totally fascinating.

now i’m not gonna get into the whole ethics/morality of prostitution, here. i’m guessing, but this, and the heidi fliess type hookers dont’ seem to be sex slaves, or drug addicts or pimped out-apart from his poor wife and kids, this is a seemingly victimless crime. but daaaaaamn 5500/hr. i bet people get blocks of 3-4 hrs. imagine. just imagine.

though you’d be fucking old ugly doods. hmm, ok there is a draw back.

any one with any insights-please comment….

but why?

weird, that’s pretty much my daily bill rate for consulting -so if being a whore is being a whore, i guess i should get a new gig….Powered By Love Toys

right, so some time between 9 pm last night at 8 am this morning, natty and i crossed over in to our 15 year of, um, companionship (i dunno i should say dating, but i just don’t wanna).  14 years down 3 to go. (just kidding, just kidding).

since this is a non anniversary, i won’t wax poetic, but it does feel like we’ve been together for a looooong time. no but in a good way. oddly enough, i spent last night sober, which is in stark contrast to that night in 1994.  maybe i am growing up? (no i’m not i was just recovering from saturday night).

well anyway, happy fake anniversary natty.

i love you.