This is going to be so great. Me, Sam and Grampy running the show. It's time to really Think Big, and you know that's my thing. We'll take over PGE, start a public campaign finance system, turn the Coliseum into a 24 Hour Fitness, create more incentives for that creative class that's causing such an economic boom around here, and make way for another dozen condo towers! (I know Sam and Homer will really love that last one.)
And you know, I'm wondering, do you think the Convention Center is big enough? I was thinking that maybe we should extend it over the Banfield, all the way down to where Neil's people are putting in the Home Depot. It's working out so well as a minor league basketball arena, why not minor league football in there, too? We'll have to find somewhere else for the Latino day laborers to stand while they're begging for work, but I was thinking maybe we could put them out by the airport somewhere. Remind me to run that one by the new guys.
Grampy's so funny. The things he says about V.'s outfits behind her back. And he's been acting like he can't remember R.'s name. The other day he called him "Richie," and today he introduced him to Grampy's wife (who I don't think I'll be calling Grandma) as "Lenny Randall." Later, he and I were laughing so hard about it that Grampy fell into one of his coughing fits. Well, if he should keel over, now that we've got Mom and Dad out of the way, I'm ready to take the helm.
I'm getting such a good feeling about the Chief. Yesterday we were walking down the hall to see Mr. Big Pipe, and Grampy put his hand on my shoulder and starting whistling that theme from "The Andy Griffith Show."
One thing I am going to ask him to do in his first hundred days is lower the podium a little bit so I can see over it better.
Hello, bloggy. Long time no see. I've been so busy with the campaign and all. But now it's all over but the shouting, and I've got some time to sit back and reflect.
I keep telling myself anything can happen. There was that one poll that the Trib ran that showed me moving up. Let's hope it was right. But something tells that old "Metamucey" is in like sin. Which is the voters' loss. The fools! I have so much passion for the city. I'm so much the Guy Who Can Get It Done. Why don't people like me, after all I've done for them? I've been a straight-up kind of guy to deal with, haven't I?
You know what I hate most about the whole thing? Being done in by a girlie little jogger weasel. I'll get even with that wunderkind one of these days. I hope the Texas Pacific boys take me up on my offer to be their community involvement man -- that will get that punk's micro-tap in a knot.
Thank God Fireman Randy had my back (I think).
I wonder if there's going to be an "emeritus" status on this blog. I'd still like a place to post my private thoughts, even after the new year rolls around.
Hey, screw the blogging. It's résumé time. Bookmark Jobdango and away we go. How about "Francesconi Imeson Carter"? Sounds cool -- kind of Euro.