If you're going...

...to San Francisco, like I did this last weekend!  Whoo hoo!  Weird as it may sound, my favorite part may have been driving across the nothing-ness of Nevada.  That's right, ladies and gentlemen, the earth is in no danger of over-population; there's plenty of space in Nevada for everyone!

My dad took us down to Chinatown

The speed limit on the Golden Gate Bridge is 45, if you ever get going that fast.

This bridge, as a side note, left Esther with a very important question: Why is it called the Golden Gate Bridge if it's red (definitely not golden), and there's not even a gate in it?

The hills in San Francisco remind me of the hills of Câmara de Lobos

A police phone box.  It's like a mini-TARDIS!

Not a police phone box, but shaped more like a TARDIS.  It's bigger on the inside.

What happens in San Francisco gets blogged about.  There you have it.

Ahh! It's already Friday again!

First of all, sorry if you were used to clicking on a link to see this blog.  I didn't want to force anyone to sign in to see this, but I didn't want people who are looking for my campaign information to come here looking for it, since it isn't here.

Lots of exciting things have happened this week.  First of all, Chandler Childs is home!  So, welcome home, Elder Childs.  Looking forward to causing all sorts of trouble with this kid (which is code for somehow having a groundbreaking scientific discovery in his backyard/garage).

Second, I've already been contacted by two different groups that have at least said that they want to interview the candidates, or something like that, but they haven't shown much interest in doing what's necessary for that to happen.  One group still hasn't emailed me like they said they would (twice!), and the other didn't really seem accommodating of my schedule.  It's not my fault that I've had this trip to San Francisco planned for months now, which puts me out of town until late Tuesday night.  So, you can understand why I'm frustrated when I receive a call on Thursday asking for a meeting on Tuesday.  That's less than a week's notice.  And I'm running for a part-time position.  That means that I'll have a life outside of politics even if I do get elected, so why would you assume that I don't right now?  Does it make sense that people would be available to meet on Tuesday at 2 pm, assuming they have real jobs and are trying to support a family?  Lucky for them, I'm not and I only work part-time currently, but school will start soon and I'll definitely get busy.  I'm looking forward to fighting the stupidity of bureaucracy and government policy in the coming weeks, while trying to balance school and work, and then somehow find time to meet and date girls, in order to eventually find someone that wouldn't mind marrying me.

Well, I'm off to San Francisco to get away from the madness.

City Council

Well, a couple of interesting things happened this week.  I went on a trip with my Dad, brother and sister, and some of the Sanford clan to Northern Minnesota.  My aunt and uncle own a canoe outfitter business out there and a cabin.  We stayed out there a couple of days, canoeing out for one night on the Boundary Waters.  It is such a beautiful place.  I'll probably put some pictures up eventually, but just google BWCA and see what it looks like for yourself.

I also decided to run for city council this week.  There are five of us now running for the District 3 seat.  We'll just see how things go.  I would love to win and be able to more directly influence the political process, representing those in my neighborhood.  But it is an election and not everyone can win.  I'll do my best though and give it all I've got.

Also, Chandler Childs comes home this week!  That's pretty exciting.  I'm looking forward to hearing his Upper Peninsula accent.

Let's go back to having 49 states

A 49-star flag

Maybe when I find one, I'll be able to fly this 49-star flag, in protest of California being a state.  I know lots of wonderful people from California, but politically, they are just way out there.  For one thing, they refuse to honor any other state's gun licenses.  They have stricter fire resistance tests for home furnishings (which is why most have tags stating whether or not they pass California's test).  Whenever there is a controversial issue, they seem to take it to the extreme, either completely prohibiting it, or completely allowing it.  There never seems to be any gray area with them. 

Now, I realize that this is probably a very weak argument, but here it is anyway.  I don't think it's ever been done before, but we should vote them out of the union.  Make them a territory, or make them a country.  Either way, as long as they're not a state.  So, go out and buy your 49-star flag and demand that we have 55 less seats in the house, and 2 less in the senate.  Congress could probably get a lot more done that way.

PS If you're from California, I still love you.  I just don't like your state's government.

The Adventures of Señor Turtlefish, the Incredibly Awesome Guy, Part III

Continued from Part II…


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Now, Don Carlos, aka Señor Turtlefish, was very angry at Dr. Nemesis and wanted revenge. Turtlefish decided to devise his not-so-evil plan. He would first lure Dr. Nemesis into a secret location, force him to apologize, and then send him off to jail for a very, very, long time.
So, Señor Turtlefish got to work. He decided that he would first make a nice, decorative invitation to Dr. Nemesis to make Nemesis think he was going to party. He was sure this was going to work because, as everyone knows, Dr. Nemesis wasn’t all that bright.
He labored for hours and hours. Finally, at 2:00 am, the shout came. “Eureka!” he cried. He had done it. He had created the perfect bait for the perfect trap. It looked something like this:
PART Y!!!
Dr. Nemesis,
Please come to my party at
2:00 pm
1600 California Boulevard
P.S. It’s a b’grl prty.
There was just one problem.
To be continued…