This line wouldn't work on me.

Overheard outside the best Indian restaurant in town:
Teenage girl: Everytime I come here I eat myself into a coma.
Teenage boy: I'll eat you into a coma.

Colbert for President

Stephen Colbert has announced his candidacy for President. Is he serious? Probably not, but I can imagine a fun campaign. It may even produce higher voter turn out.


http://www.chron.com/disp/story.mpl/headline/entertainment/5221322.html

The Dangerous Sport of Soccer

Aparently this a very common injury. During a game 30-Sep-2007, I was fouled (rather harshly) resulting in a quick trip to the turf and a slightly less quick trip to the ER. For those who haven't heard yet, I broke my arm. Here's the x-ray.

Some folks at work had a hard time finding the fracture, so if you are having trouble finding the fracture, it's the jagged dark line at the end of the larger of my two arm bones. I thought it was obvious.

I can't play soccer for six weeks, which means by the time I hit the pitch again I will be woefully out of shape.

Maybe I was made for broadcast journalism

Last week, while doing a story on a newscaster, I had the opportunity to sit at the anchor desk of the local Fox 16 studios. (Don't worry, I don't think anyone saw...)
I think it looks good on me! Or maybe my talented photographer is being kind with the lighting...

(This is my 'Jon Stewart' face. It needs some work... right now it's more like my 'mom' face.)


Either way, I may be ready for television, but I'm not sure if television is ready for me.

This embarrassing moment brought to you by Me

Every week at work we have a staff question that we answer. It goes on the staff page next to our pictures. It's my job to email everyone on the staff to let them know the question and give them a deadline for answering it. (Usually multiple times.)
This goes well every week. Until last week.

I work with a girl named Elizabeth.
I also interviewed a girl named Elizabeth last week. I somehow accidentally emailed this week's staff question to the wrong Elizabeth.
Oops.
I didn't realize this mistake and even sent her (the wrong Elizabeth) a REMINDER to answer the question. The funny part is that she answered it! And even met the deadline! (We have people on my staff that can't even do that.) And it was a good answer too.

The even funnier part:
I didn't realize the wrong Elizabeth had answered until I was about to rag on her via email for confusing Darryl Hannah and Darrell Hammond.
Thank god I caught it before I sent that out. That would have been so rude of me.
So, instead, I emailed the wrong Elizabeth, and explained the situation. I told her that if she accidentally gets staff questions in the future, she's welcome to answer those, too.
She hasn't written me back.

Don't I feel silly.

Sometimes talking to my mom is like listening to a country song

Last week my mom called me.
She wanted to let me know that a long-time friend of the family had died.

She also told me to never lose my childlike wonder.
Except she's a rambler so it took her a lot longer.