Wow, Bloggy, it's been a long time. I've wanted to post for weeks, but Grampy's been saying he's in charge of everything, and he wouldn't let anybody get near the site since New Year's. It took quite a while to get him to let me back on. I'm his favorite, though, so I knew he'd give in eventually.
Well, the PGE thing sure has been fun. Ever since I got my picture in The New York Times over it, I've been a real celebrity. That nice Mexican grandma at the dry cleaners has started calling me "El Voltaje," and they're talking about making a special stout at the Lucky Lab called "Stenwatt." Hey, I'm just doing my job.
The budget meetings have been a blast. Now that we're out of our "silos," as Grampy puts it -- What a crackup, where does he come up with stuff? -- I'm amazed at some of the doozies I'm seeing out of the other guys' bureaus. R's got a couple of huge line items in there for firehouse dalmatians, and D's putting in for money for a Tony Robbins tape series. Grampy wants some money for new tubes for his bike tires. He says he needs to have his recumbent done over as an "emergency vehicle" so he can get his security clearance from the FBI.
Sam and I are reworking our "clean money" thing. Let me tell you, that baby is going to make my life a lot simpler. Now we're calling it "voter owned elections." As long as I don't have to kiss up to Homer any more, I don't care if you call it elephant ears.
Did you catch the deal with Neil's guy over at the PDC? Mazerati, or whatever his name is, is on the out's. "More time with the family." Heh. That always sounds better than "My a*s is grass."
Well, it's good to be back on the blog, but I've got to run. We're putting together a package where we're going to try to get the Salvation Army to buy the Blazers. It's all hush-hush, of course, but Sam says he can get a great deal on this for the taxpayers.