In Which I Whine About Work Travel

I know it's almost over. I know this weekend is almost the last of my ortho commitments, and that if I pass I only have one more trip to LA to pass the board exam and it's done. I know that going to the Whole Foods orientation in 2 weeks in San Fran is probably pointless and I won't go, likely. I know that the week-long training in NADA certification in Dallas (or NY, I guess--I know people there now!) will be a huge benefit to my practice, especially if I only limit my practice to Denver Pain for the foreseeable future (and of course I'm not--there's a sleep therapy gig in Boulder I've applied for, as well as work with the Mile High Council on Drug/Alcohol Abuse, trying to get an Acupunks-w/o-Borders-style vet clinic going here in CO, etc.) I even know I'm racking up a shit-ton of frequent flyer miles I can count toward a really fun trip somewhere next year.

I'm just sick of having to up and leave and I want to go out and play in my new adopted state with other people who live here. Especially since we're finally having spates of days with highs in the 40's!

That is all. Back to the inclinometers and P4 reports I go.

Jon Swift's Best-of-08 is out!

This will keep you entertained until at least 2010, I promise.

And while you're at it, please send him your votes for best humor blog. And it's not too late to help out Driftglass beat out Anchoress (who declares Bush was right about Gitmo, among other nuggets of awesome wingnuttery) in the Best Individual Blog category.

Hurry, voting ends Tuesday, Jan 13!

I Can't Believe It's Not The Onion!

Joe the Erstwhile Plumber is heading off to Israel to be a war correspondent! Yes, you read that correctly. The mission? To let Israel's "average joes tell their story."

And the Right wonders why it's sliding into total fucking irrelevance. Other than not knowing how to do it in the Facebook or the Twittering, that is.

Those Weren't the Days

So I'm of the so-called weaker sex, except that as a modern Amurikin girl I play as hard as any man and even my girly "women's work" would have a man's ass draggin' by the end of the day, thus men invent labour-saving devices like sewing machines and E-Z Shift transmissions so I can still be a weak (read: sexxeh!) chic and have enough energy left over after my grueling girly day to still keep myself beautiful! Or something like that. Note well the interchangeable use of terms "girls" and "women" while curiously "men" are never "boys".

Oh, my sides!!!