So Paul makes fun of me for having my radio alarm set to MPR news. Yes, I awake to the smooth voice of Cathy Wurzer. Geeky banter with Paul Huttner the meteorologist and all. It's hilarious to him. He won't listen to my explanations.
HEY PAUL HERE'S WHY: for about 7 months of the year, it's a preview of my workday. Like today, when it reminded me about the state of the state address (we always have Savoy's pizza while we watch so I didn't have to pack a lunch) and Tuesday, when I awoke to "...state finance officials will issue a report Thursday on spending from the 35W bridge collapse victim compensation fund..." and realized I am one of only three people who might be issuing such a report and it certainly wasn't on my to-do list this week. (Crisis averted: I sent an email around when I got to work, and luckily one of the other two people had read a similar statement in the Pioneer Press over the weekend and had initiated said report. He squeaked it in under the wire today. That's about how it's going these days.)
I rest my case. It's not just hopeless nerd-dom (but I might qualify for other reasons).