While I cannot remember off the top of my head which pharmaceutical commercial the post title comes from, it is indeed a brand new day. With a black man accepting the Democratic Party nomination on the 45th anniversary of MLK's historic speech, and a woman being named as a vice president for the Republican Party, things are changing.

Like others, I was not always involved in politics. This is mostly due to the fact that I had no reason to be involved in politics. I had a job, paid income tax on my 3,000 year and got it all back. Oh, and I was mooching off my parents at the time so had no real expenses, save my slurpee habit.

With the ever-increasing primary season, I have had to ask, why? No, not why Fred Thompson (Dun-Dun), but why so long. It was clear almost from the beginning who the top candidates would be. (Sorry Ron Paul, maybe that "no IRS thing" will work next time) All that happened was a great waste of money that campaign contributors will never get back.

I did get to see Chelsea Clinton and Bill Clinton speak at the local University during the campaign. Eh, I've had better motivational speeches from RonCo.

I can't wait for the Republican National Convention because then the left wing nutjobs will have a chance to respond to the right wing nutjobs and we will all be so incredibly tired of this damn election process that the Elephant Man-Iceman ticket will seem like a good idea because we wont remember hearing anything bad about them like how many houses they have or how they are a Muslim sympathizer......I am going to sleep till January.

New office? My own new office? That’s right, for the time being I am housed in an echoey office (not sure if that’s a word). However the new digs are nice, but I don’t know if I enjoy working for a living. Yes it is still basically a state job, but one that requires me to produce “work” units. How strange. I am waiting for Ashton Kutcher to pop out and tell me I got pimp’d or pick’d or whatever. We’ll see. At least I would get to meet Demi Moore…

It is official. School is done for the summer. Now I have three weeks before Fall Semester to finish my honeydo list. Speaking of my honey, she asked me to pose a question about my last post. In that post I mentioned something about being "wont" to do something. When she read that she made fun of me. After I proved the definition of the word using the Internet, she continued to poke fun at me and said that no one uses that word like that in this day and age. With texting and blogging all the rage I shall finish this blog post accordingly.

OMG, I was LMAO when you GED's were looking at him. IDK what you were thinking. ;-) BRB, /b/ :::: @-->--- OSC! LOL

ugh. I can't do it. TTFN.

No, he is not your neighborhood dentist, this is a term used for cooking pasta. I was watching TV, as I am wont to do when I'm not working or in school. I saw a pizza hut commercial for their new Tuscani Pasta. The newer version of the same commercial starts by saying that New Yorkers know their pasta. This got me thinking, are you an expert on a certain type of cuisine by virtue of your ZIP code. That's an easy answer. No.

Not every Italian citizen can taste a marinara sauce and say, Hmmmm...put in some more oregano, and BAM! Kick it up another notch! I don't think that New Yorkers are any more likely

to taste pasta and say, ooooohhhh...this is good. This tastes like the pizza we had last night from Pizza Hut, only like its been rolled into fusilli and covered in made-from-real-cheese processed cheese and canned spaghetti sauce. Lets order that when we get home.

If this were the case, Utah would be a hotbed for funeral potato and green jello delivery.

Imagine the interior of The Roof restaurant at the Joseph Smith Building and a voice over guy saying,

"We took 50 mormons in Salt Lake City and fed them a steak dinner. Many refused dessert until they remembered what TV told them, there's always room for Jell-O..."

There would be people eating the green plasma and saying things like, mmmm, this is just like grandma used to make, or hey honey, you should get the recipe from the cook, haw haw....

Then the camera would cut to the exterior of the restaurant and show a bunch of Domino's delivery cars showing up and people going Oh! It's fast food....that's why it was so good!

Recently someone I work with was bitten by a rattlesnake. Not a twelve foot one either. A baby one. According to everyone I've told this story to, those are the worst kind. Although this may or may not be completely accurate, it still sucked. (for him of course, not me) The doctor told him, which most have been absolutely comforting, that "this is the first rattlesnake bite I have treated. Oh, and you may lose your finger, I got this off the Internet." Nice, good work on the bedside manner. However, if being a doctor only takes a thorough knowledge of wikipedia searches, I'm sittin' pretty for a degree in medicine.

Yes, Rock On Cobraman, Rock On.

Lucky for Don (the guy who was bit) he has a whole bunch of coworkers to visit him in the hospital and give him a hard time about getting bit. Someone gave him some gummi snakes, there were many poorly performed Steve Irwin impressions, and various other references to a job well done. But hey that's what friends are for.

The nurse was somewhat offended by our visits, but I don't think he quite understands how we work. If it had been us, Don would have been there doing the exact same thing.

There's something to be said about that. We are all there for each other. That's a good thing given the nature of our work. We need to be there. There were two others there with Don when he got bit. They smashed the snake with a sledgehammer. Score one for the blue team.