Okay, okay, much catching up to do.

I got my badge back. Some of you now what that means, and for the rest of you it means I’m now working for the company I planned on. The work is fine and the people are actually extremely cool, which is the best part for me.

Because this is a public journal, I’m not going to be talking much about work other than to say that it provides plenty of proof of my father’s saying that you can’t stop stupid.

Which leads me to the fact that I still have not replaced my Texas license plates. Much of this is due to the idiotic burocracy in New York, but there’s this enjoyable feeling of defiance, that I’ve sacrificed so much of my Texan way of life to be here, so there needs to be some public reminder that I’m not One of You.

Or I could just be lazy.

We continue to minimize the stink of the turd with a brass number nailed to it, otherwise known as the homestead. New windows were installed last week and it was a shocking experience. The contractor gave us a price, a time, and a promise of what things would look like when he was finished. The work was done exactly how, when, and looked exactly as he said.

And now, the little odd thing of the week…

There is a Cajun Cafe near where I work. Everyone at this operation is Chinese.