Late night tacos make Jack a dull boy?

In a moment of weakness last night, I stopped by the great local taco truck and got myself three tacos al pastor.

Seemed like a great idea. I was hungry and you can't beat this place for cheap deliciousness. The tacos were, indeed, incredible -- as always.

Four hours later, though, I had my regrets. Why?

Nightmares. Crazy, terrifying, emotionally draining nightmares. Maybe it's a stretch to believe that delicious tacos eaten at 11:30 pm can cause that kind of psychic anguish.

But if I could convince myself they give me nightmares, maybe I could save all those late-night calories?

Yeah, no...these are great frickin' tacos. Nightmares or no, and I can't be held responsible for myself when I drive by that truck.

An actual letter

Today I mailed a letter to Sen. Dianne Feinstein, asking her to support a robust public health insurance option.

I did this because I've heard a number of people, including my main man Chris Matthews and former Clinton Labor Secretary Robert Reich, all say that an actual letter is the best way to get your senator's attention.

Email is better than nothing, a call is better than an email, and an old-fashioned snail-mail letter is better than a call.

So I wrote the letter, even though I was kind of wondering if "naked streaking" might not be best of all.

I can't believe it!

Sen. Harry Reid just shocked the living heck of me. In a good way.

Now if President Obama will finally throw his weight behind it... we could be getting somewhere.

The Day of Rest

When you're working in a job that's not your typical 9 to 5, and you can conceivably be working at every single hour of every day, you sometimes have to force yourself to chill out for a day.

Relaxing when I could be working never used to be a problem. In fact, I still kick ass at wasting time. But now I just feel extraordinarily guilty about it.

Every once in a while, though, it's important to just do nothing. Let your fields lay fallow and such. Hang out with friends, eat good food, watch college football... when you get back to whatever it is you're working on, you feel a lot better, fresher, and with a new outlook.

Or I'm just feeling guilty about a fun Saturday with friends.

Either way, I'm standing by it.

Infinitum Modafinil

So, I think I have ADHD. There. I said it. Can I go into a psychiatrist and get some sweet performance enhancing drugs?

This is still America, isn't it?

Wouldn't the Founding Fathers want me to be, like, way smarter than I actually am?

I read this article in the New Yorker a while back, and I have to say, it kinda makes me want to pop some pills. I mean, not Rush Limbaugh-level pill-popping, not Anna Nicole or MJ or anything. Just a couple of little magic caplets, so I could actually sit down and concentrate on something. Anything.

I've got a lot of projects on my plate and it's hard to get any of them done when you can't sit still for three minutes. Or stop checking your email. Or watching Gossip Girl. Or, um... okay, yeah, I've started watching, "Greek" too.

Anyway, I don't think "neuroenhancement" is a bad thing. They're trying to use this drug for guys in the Army. That makes it okay. They're trying to build crazy robotic exoskeletons for the Army too. Which I also want.

If that's wrong, I don't want to be right.

Footage galore!

I'm enjoying watching a lot of raw documentary footage today...

I feel like a modern-day prospector, sifting through the tons of earth and water and whatever the heck you sift through when you're searching for little nuggets of gold. (Or ginormous nuggets. Those are fine too!)

Today's haul is not bad -- although it somehow contains over ten minutes of one of our main characters getting a massage. Since the movie's going to be 90 minutes, I think it's likely we're going to cut down that ten of the guy getting a rubdown.

But for whatever reason, I kept finding it compelling. What does that say about me?

Got it

My gambit worked. Apparently head honchos are not as easily put off by jokes about their wives as I might have expected.

Yay! I'm excited.