To a Certain KOMU Reporter
You are NOT TC (too cool) to say hi to me when you are out on a story. I don't even like you. I was just saying hi to be polite.

Well, Shit
Here I am....thinking I'm safe living in Missouri....Columbia, Missouri even....and then:
•we go and find out that one of Saddam's cronies went to school here.
•the government posts this on the Internet.

Things I'm not: Cool
•I drive a mercury Sable.
•My 16-year-old sister weighs more than I do.

Smooth? Not So Much
Tonight, I ran into both a post and door while trying to exit Hollister.

Also at the Mall...
If I were a betting man, I'd bet the vendors at the kiosks are the unhappiest employees at the mall. Any mall.

Something Stinks
Lately, I've decided two things stink: my feet and my room. Tonight, I decided to put an end to both when I purchased the following: 2 air fresheners, air sanitizer, carpet deodorizer, soap and foot scrub.

For the second time in a month...
I'm pretty sure I was mistaken for a high-schooler this week.

Now Taking Applications for Someone to Run Me Over With His/Her Car

I'd let you use my car, but since I'm coughing up approx. $1300 to fix the Unstable Sable's brakes, you might have a tough time selling the jury on the "bad brakes" argument.

It Works on Both a Figurative and a Literal Level

It appears Tom Daschle has more balls than the Dixie Chicks.

J389 (Media Management) is now known as How to Fail a Test 101.

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Congrats, KU! You're last.
Kansas: Where technology isn't.

Countdown to Spring Break

•5 days
•3 newscasts

Things to Worry About Before Then

•Impending war
•Killer pneumonia
•My Media Management midterm

The Breakfast of Champions...Especially Those Who Stay Up All Night to Produce a Morning Show Alone

Cini-minis from Burger King and a warm Vanilla Coke

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What One Ponders When One is Sleep-Deprived

Before I graduate, how can I make sure to use the $11.55 remaining on my print quota?

I was told I have a bad attitude. Whatever.

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I'm allergic to productivity.

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My feet smell.

The Little Baba

Wanna see the baby?

Not the Mama

My sister had a baby. Aidan Cooper Jones. I'm pretty sure that's how you spell his first name. I think he weighs 7 lbs 2 oz. I think he is 20 inches long. He was born at 11:something this morning. I lost the sheet of paper on which I wrote the height/weight/time of birth. I'm just the uncle. I don't have to remember those things. All I have to do is buy the kid nice presents and feed him lots of candy.

Also, whenever I tell people my sister had a baby, they congratulate me...as if I played a role. The way I see things, that role would take one of two undesirable forms:

a) I fathered the child. Ummm...I'm from Missouri, not Missour-uh.
b) The baby shot forth from my loins. Ouch.

Sad, but True

It took me two months, but I did it. For the first time in 16 or so months, I read an entire book that wasn't assigned in a class.

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Honey, I Shrunk the Kids: Good.
Spanish: Good
Honey, I Shrunk the Kids in Spanish: Very Good.

I love cable.