Financial update:

Alright, I figured out what happened. I made two stupid mistakes. I’m paying for them, and probably will be for a while. At least I know what they were, they’re easy to avoid in the future, and I have the resources to pull myself out right now.

John Lennon was right, the instant karma is gonna get you. If something was gonna get me, I wish Miami Sound Machine had been right instead.

Car update:

No news. It’s now been 3 weeks since the accident (stupid mistake number 1, by the way). If I’m lucky, I’ll get the car back this week. I’m not holding my breath.

Good news:

I’m back to working out of Pottsville two days per week for a while. I enjoy this for a couple of reasons.

It’s a nice drive that I can count as billable time. This is also a legitimate reason to monopolize a company car.

Pottsville is home to one of the most successful Dunkin’ Donut shops in the U.S. (we don’t have a Dunkin’ Donuts in Lancaster County).

Pottsville is also home to the Yuengling Brewery. This is what Green Lantern must feel like when he knows he’s near his lamp.

On an unrelated subject:

There was an article in the newspaper the other day about how young men are not watching as much TV as they used to. The article offered a lot of reasons for this; video games, the internet, DVD’s, etc.. But they missed the real reason.

TV sucks these days.

I don’t care who the bachelorette picks. If I wanted to watch a bunch of office-politicking back-stabbers try not to get fired, I’d stay at the office. Bad karaoke? They’re giving it away for free down at the bar, and they have cocktail waitresses to boot! I don’t love Raymond. Those are not my Friends, and, no, it’s not the greatest sitcom ever. Never was. Teenage girl sees God and tries to change the world? Heard it. It’ll end in tears, I’m sure.

And don’t get me started on The Swan. That’s all kinds of wrong. As bad as I Want A Famous Face.

You want men to tune back in to TV? Give us something to watch. Sorry, Spike. Star Trek reruns aren’t going to work every day.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to get on the road. I hear a donut calling me.