Oh, this is just great. I have always loved telling people what time it is. In recent years, it’s become sort of an existential metaphor, like “I’m gonna eat your lunch for you.” But even as a kid, I liked setting clocks and letting people know when things were off kilter.

One time, at my older old job, we were having a meeting. The supervisor was chewing us out for being late in the morning — most of us had to be there by 7am, I shit you not. She said that we were consistently coming in two or three minutes late. I pointed out that the clocks in our department were almost ten minutes fast, and I’d been coming in by the big clock in the lobby at the one in Administration, which were right.

She took my head clean off. Just reached over, removed it, and handed it to me. In front of everybody. OK, that was a stupid move.

But if you want to know what time it is — like time to get somebody else in the White House — I’m here to tell you. There’s a clock right here on my blog. Tick tock, George. Heh heh.