2.23.09

I love this baby. I can't remember his name (they might say it on the video). But he is cute as a button. Here is a video of him finding his reflection very, very entertaining.

2.22.09

Pizza. With church friends. Pretty self-explanatory.

2.21.09

A novel idea if there ever was one in St. Joseph. Every year they hold a Mardi Gras parade where the local drunks and families (a fine combination) come out and freeze their asses to watch the floats go down a few blocks downtown. Honestly, though, it's an event in The Joe and its well-meaning.

So I have to cover it for the paper, which is no problem. But I loved this exhange, of sorts between an unattractive older lady and me.

Let me set the scene. I'm walking down the sidewalk to get back to the paper. It's cold outside and I am frigid. A group of people are to right of me, preparing for the celebration, that when I hear this:

Older, Unattractive Lady (to me, apparently): Show me your beeeaaads!
(I continue walking, pretending she said nothing)
O,U L: Hey! I'm talking to you! .... Gee wish I could pretend like no one's talking to me!
(Continue walking)
O, U L: Wish I could walk around with a giant stick up my ass............
Guy That Was With OUL: I don't know. He looks like he works for the FBI.

I assume he thought I was an FBI agent because I had a Press badge on. I dunno. It was odd. The only thing stranger was two floats that were mere feet apart each with "sexy" ladies on them dancing and each playing equally terrible Nickelback songs (Seriously, look up the lyrics to "Something In Your Mouth" and try to fight the urge to end your life).

2.20.09

The Shamrock Shake has returned to McDonald's! Yes We Can!

2.19.09

Today I had to go to this sleepy little Amish town in BFE, Missouri when a guy murdered another guy. I had to interview the neighbors who were quite interesting. This street looks like the remnants of the old West that left long ago.

2.18.09

It's not always the big victories that matter, it's the small ones that really keep me going. Take, for example, this one. I was in desperate need of caffeine and went to get a Diet Mountain Dew (they taste terrible, but I'm not a coffee or tea drinker, so bear with me). So I see one bottle hanging over the edge like a suicide jumper giving his last words. And I notice with my wit and cunning that another bottle above it would correctly knock this sucker down and give me double the pleasure and double the shakes.

I put in the correct change, push the buttons and Bam! Win two for the good guys. Pardon my slightly creepy whispering and that I sound like a moron who just won several tickets at the "Wack-A-Mole" at Chuck E. Cheese. My days are nary as exciting as this.

2.17.09

Well, it was announced today that, like all newspapers, we're getting the shaft. We need to cut back. So that means furloughs and pay freezes. Oh, fun. So I guess I know what I'll be using when I go to Ohio. So I use this as my background to keep my spirits up. I love you Bret and Jemaine.