I Have the Giggles Today
Perhaps that's because I had candy for breakfast.

I'm Not Sure I'd Call These People Friends
A Kansas City couple has been arrested for allegedly torturing a friend.
Stephanie Hayes and Talib Hughes are accused of tying a female friend to a chair, shaving her head, burning and then beating her.
It happened Sunday at a south Kansas City apartment.
The woman claims the couple tortured her because they thought she broke a sliding glass door.
She had to jump out of a second floor window to escape.
(courtesy: nbcactionnews.com)

Find me a job. Please.

Well, Today Should Be Interesting

This morning, as I was getting laundry detergent out of my upstairs closet, I thought the thermostat was a lightswitch. I've lived in this apartment for more than a year. Then, when I got laundry detergent on my finger, I almost licked it off. Huh?

Bad Idea
28 Hours
25 Minutes of Sleep
2 Jobs Worked

Just Call Me "The Fill-In Guy"
Yesterday must have been the day for me to fill in for everybody. Guess I didn't get the memo. Not only did I fill in for a fellow KOMU-er, I had to fill in for a Tour Teamer. At 11:15 a.m., I should have been 45 minutes away from sleep. Instead, I was giving a tour because Jim Gay...yes, that's his real name...didn't feel it necessary to be in town and work his assigned shift. Thanks for playing, Jim! We have some nice parting gifts for you.

On the bright side of things, I did get lunch at Eva J's. Mmmmm....CDS. Seriously. It was good.

I'm All About the World at Home
If you've heard the new KOMU song, you understand the above heading. (And you'll probably have that damn tune stuck in your head for the rest of the day.)
Anyway, in addition to staying at the station to finish my tape, I also edited recuts for the morning show and ran (or at least attempted to run) prompter for a few blocks.

So Close...Yet So Far Away
I briefly fell asleep on the living room floor at 22 hours. Fear not, though, brave comrades, I'm up and at 'em again after a 25 minute nap...this time at Job #2.

That Stinks!
Yesterday, I met a person with an unpleasant personal aroma. Said person wanted to shake my hand. I didn't want to be rude...but then again, I didn't want to reek. It was quite the quandry. In the end, politeness beat out personal hygeine. I shook the person's hand.

You'd Think...
with MTV constantly re-airing the MTV Movie Awards, I'd watch less MTV. Not the case, my friends. Not the case.

4.5 Hours Until...
I've been awake 24 hours.

I Wonder if I Get Paid For All This...
I've been at the station for more than 16 straight hours.
In that time, I've produced a newscast and spent a hell of a long time on a tape to mail to KY3 in Springfield, MO. If this doesn't get me the job...or at least an in-person interview...well, then I'll feel pretty stupid for having stayed this late.

On Today's Menu
For lunch, I had two waffles and a burrito. Even I admit that's disgusting.

Hey, MU, Think Your Website Can Embarass Me Some More?

Well, I sure was happy to find this on the web.

Don't see me? Check the last photo on the right. Yep, there I am...covered in whipped cream.

Oh, and while we're on the subject of photos, how come this guide can wear his shirt untucked and look okay, while, as previously mentioned, I do so and look homeless?

Look, Ma, My Photo's On the internet...And I'm Not Even Naked!
Though, I do look slightly like a homeless person. Boy, am I glad this photo randomly pops up on Mizzou's homepage. This'll teach me to whine about never being in a viewbook. Damn you, fate! Damn you!

Oh, and don't worry, I won't forget any of you little people now that I'm famous.

Who's Weirder?
I'm looking at a website that sells equipment to ice cream shops.
My roommate is listening to a CD of news theme music.
Vote.

The Good Life
I can't think of anything better than getting paid to surf the internet...except maybe getting paid by MU to surf the internet and laughing to myself about how I won't have to pay the university's 19.8% fee increase in the fall.

Want to Hang Out?
Sorry, my Tuesday nights are booked solid for the rest of the summer. Real World: Paris kicks off tonight!

Actual Conversation From Last Week

The Scene: The drive-thru lane at the McDonalds on Nifong in Columbia, Missouri. Having ordered a hamburger, a small order of fries, a small sprite and an apple pie, I pay at the first window before proceeding to the second window.
Drive-thru Lady (known henceforth as DTL): Do you want any ketchup (or catsup, if you prefer) or anything?
Me: No thanks.
DTL: Hmmmm. Any mustard or anything?
Me: Ummmm....no thanks.
DTL: Oh, I can play your game!
Me (to self): Woah! Lady, nobody's playing any games here.
Me (to DTL):Uhhhh
DTL (as she hands me my food): See you next week! (as if stopping at McDonalds is part of some weekly routine for me. It is not.)

Is it weird...
if I wish I kept an AP Style Manual by my side when posting to my blog?

Driving
So, for awhile, I had this unexplained fear that when I made a turn (right or left) while driving, I was going to be hit by another car. It didn't matter if the light was green. It didn't matter if I was the only car around. I had the fear.
Now, the fear is gone. Thank goodness. But it's been replaced by a fear that I'm going to hit a deer.

Get Over It
I know I haven't posted in awhile. No, there's not a good reason. Suck it up.

Odd
Last night, I had a dream where I discussed journalism textbooks with KOMU's Patrick Terpstra.

Unintentional (and Horribly Tacky) Pun of the Week
In my 10 p.m. newscast last night, I followed a story about a stabbing with a story about the MO legislature's special session. Not a problem, except the special session story began with: "Lawmakers will take another stab at the budget..."
My apologies.

Unintentionally Hysterical (and Horribly Tacky) Song of the Week
KOMU is running a new musical promo. No, I'm not talking news tunes. No, I'm not talking Jim and Beth doing a song and dance routine (though, that might be pretty good.) I'm talking full-blown song...cheesy lyrics, jammin' instruments, impassioned vocalists singing about KOMU's coverage. It's good shit.

My Car's Motto for the Summer
Less Work.