Cool speech.

I just read this cool speech that Steve Jobs gave at Stanford for their Commencement:

http://news-service.stanford.edu/news/2005/june15/jobs-061505.html

Why does Stanford get Steve Jobs and we got Condoleeza Rice? (And ironically, that was when she worked at Stanford.)

Checker Cab, on the stinkometer, your stank is a solid 10.

So, the commuting in general is a bit of a turd. I was working from home the last two weeks, but my boss doesn't want to extend that courtesy any longer, and since it's my right knee that's broken, I still can't drive.

I have to take a cab to the commuter rail, the commuter rail to the burbs, and then figure out a ride from the suburbs to work....and then do the reverse at night.

On Monday and Tuesday due to scary cab fares, I was paying $50 roundtrip each day to get to work. Which is cost-prohibitive...maybe I should pay them to work? (And since not a single soul stopped by my office either day--I was pretty thrilled with the situation.)

Thankfully my friend, colleague, and chauffeur, Sal, is now picking me up and driving me on the work side, God bless him. But, I still have to call a cab in the morning to get to the train, so I've been ordering them the night before.

And here's where Checker Cab comes in...
So, the cab shows up over 10 minutes early this morning, and as you all know...I don't go for early. So, they call up, and I tell them I need a couple of minutes still. The dispatcher says they will convey this to the cab.

So, of course, the cab immediately takes off, never to return. I call them back, once I realize they're gone...but why would you answer a ringing phone if you're a business? That's crazy!

Normally, really not a big deal. But, at 6:30 in the morning, there aren't a ton of cabs driving down my street...and since I sat there waiting for him to come back, I am now totally late. I'm depending on a sporadic train schedule, and a coworker who is nice enough to pick me up, so I become panicked. Since, I don't move very quickly, I have to Frankenstein-speedwalk (wait...picture it...Aarggggh) the six blocks over to the cab stand as fast as I can...where ten minutes later I finally get a taxi. And the moral of the story is? That's right...Checker Cab rots.

Feel free to call them and tell them that yourselves: 312-733-5863. (They probably won't answer though.)

Happy Valentine's Day!

This fantabulous Valentine's Day card is courtesy of my good friend, Sarah Kimmel.

http://www.oddtodd.com/index14.html

My dog is a ______head.

In the long tradition of stupid pet stories.

Since the broken leg, I've been unable to take my dogs for traditional walks, so to supplement Brendan's walks, I've been letting the two dogs out in the back yard, which they've adapted to quite nicely.

So, yesterday, I let them out for a few minutes, and went and got a glass of water, and when I came back I see Josie rolling around in the grass, face first...and with all of the snow and wet lately, our backyard is just really muddy, so I yell at them come inside.

Josie's entire face is caked in mud. Which would be gross. Except it's not mud.

She's rubbed her face from nose to ears in poop.

I have no idea what would possess any animal to do that, but at least my dogs aren't the only dumb ones out there: Dumb Dog Forum