F*ck The State

THIS is gonna be a shitty week, I can already tell. I suppose that it is the general anxiety surrounding the conference this weekend, and that all of the work that I have done FOR FREE may just get me a pat on the back and a thank you. Good, to be sure, but dammit, I am looking to start a business here.

Speaking of which, the business card design has been sent off and they will be ready by Thursday morning. I had to go with a 100lb. dull cover stock, not the super-thick 160 lb. stock that Ivan and I were drooling over this past weekend. Right now, I need something to put in people's hands, and to do it at a bargain. I did manage to keep the branding element on the back side, so they will still make a nice impression. I am sure that Dan will produce something wonderful; he usually does. Suit is in the cleaner's and will be ready to go tomorrow after 2. So just a couple more outfits to pack and I will be ready for this show.

The images for the site have been created, refined, sliced and diced. All I need to do now is to copy the copy from the original site prototype, polish it and we're ready for posting. A link to the new site will appear in a special entry once it is up.

Chuck, as predicted, sidelined our project. It is this "hurry up and wait" process that gets me so frustrated. Nothing from Joel, either, and that project was supposed to be done a month and a half ago. People. One of these days...

I spent 3.5 hours in a salon today while Amy got her hair did. I read the entire Vanity Fair Oscar Edition (it's largest magazine EVER) and half of this month's W Magazine with a surprisingly polished Ellen DeGeneres. W said that she was an unlikely It Girl. I would have to concur, even though I love Ellen to death. Lunch at Jone's around the corner from Salon Thalia near Washington Square. It reminded me of the ski lodge in North By Northwest where Cary Grant gets shot. I meant to take a picture and post it, but those deviled eggs were so good they drove me to distraction. Amy picked up the check, so that blunted any negative feelings and helped my bottom line. Check the link and take the tour...

So onto the reason for this title: The state of Delaware is a nightmare. With less than 1 million people within its borders, its bureaucracy acts as though it is serving a much greater population. In other words, THEY SUCK. Without getting into it, I broke the law and and trying to get my life (and driving privileges) back in order. These bozos at the DMV are making my life a lot harder than it has to be...so much so that I am in a full-fledged funk about it. After having a conversation with an administrator, I now have to tack on an extra month without driving privileges. So, folks it will be May before you see me on the roads again. MAY.

Second reason for this title: The Bush Administration is unraveling before our very eyes. Daily reports of agencies, grasping at straws and letting the Iraqi version of Huggy Bear tell them what they want to hear so they can go to war...The Justice Department firing District Attorneys because they are not prosecuting Democrats fast enough. An article in Vanity Fair that claims that an attack on Iran may be a foregone conclusion; the very same handwriting is on the wall. Pick up that VF and read the White House article. I think it is called "And Now, From the People Who Brought You Iraq..."

I am honestly afraid of what will happen to us in the next two years. There should be a warning label on W's forehead. This president is LETHAL.

Day 2 of the Chris Watch: No word from him and I didn't try to contact him, either. Either he will call or he won't. I will wait until Thursday to call him to see if he would like to get together before I head downstate for the weekend. Perhaps a good-luck schtupping may be in the works? I don't know what I am expecting...I hate it when I get this way about a boy. It makes me so vulnerable and out of control, but I suffer in silence (well, until now) because I know this is all in my head and I am just taking myself to dark places.

Boy, I feel better already...these blogs are SO cathartic.