So, I finally finished my MBA. Made my last presentation to the client company on Monday, and they were pleased. The faculty actually congratulated me on earning my MBA on the spot, which gave me the warm fuzzies. Yeah, sometimes I do get the warm fuzzies. Does that make me gay? I don't think so, but I'm no expert. Anyways, I give you the:

Top 10 Things I Learned While Getting an MBA:
1. It's not what you know, but who owes you a favor. And vice versa.
2. Learn to string buzzwords together in long sentances. If you get cornered on an issue, you can escape the situation by opening the floodgates of the mundane by running off at the mouth. Even those who may know what the words and phrases mean will be stunned into silence by the sheer volume.
3. If you don't have the technical ability to figure it out, find someone who can and 'manage the process'.
4. Never jump without your (golden) parachute.
5. If you make shitty products, just make sure you've got your hands in the financing of these shitty products. Heck, it's kept GM alive until now.
6. It doesn't matter what you say to anyone, as long as it sounds professional and you're satisfying their ego.
7. If you can't do it legally, talk to your lobbyist.
8. An MBA is like a driver's license: Anyone can earn one, but very few people learn from the experience.
9. Corporate Social Responsibility is not only a basic requirement, but a moral obligation of any modern business professional.
10. *Wink*Wink*.

At any rate, I now I have abunch of spare time that I'm not sure how to fill. The thought of getting a second 'fun' job actually crossed my mind; but as soon as it did I kicked my own ass. It was quite the beating. I considered maybe picking up a hobby; model building (screams sexual frustration), video games (screams social anxiety disorder), or working out (just plain makes me want to scream). I think I will start being more active, but nothing in the world is more irritating than going to the gym and performing hundreds of inane repetitions in front of a mirror, surrounded by fanatics. One, two, three; up, down; watch the form, wipe down the bench, and for the love of God don't go into the showers barefoot. It amazes me that people would rather manufacture an active experience than ride a bike, climb a rock, paddle into an early morning set, or any of the other bazillion things there are to do outside. Fuckin' people baffle me. So I decided to pick art back up. It's something I used to do on a fairly regular basis. I stuck to two main genres: photorealist charcoal and a highly challenging style of what the art elite considers graffiti. Hmph, you make the call.

But yeah, I think that's what I'll do. That is, if I ever get around to finding all that spare time I'm supposed to have. I'll probably just end up playing video games.