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| Sunday, January 21st, 2007 | | 3:30 pm |
I'm back....and I'm in Boston!
When I left the JI..I vowed that I would make better use of Live Journal to both keep in touch with my former friends and coworkers, and to keep my writing skills somewhat sharp. So here we go with an update. The long and short of it..I made it to Boston. After three weeks of training with salesmen of various skills, experience, and levels of professional ethics, the movers came on Thursday, took everything out of my palacial home at the Teresa and moved me to my new home in Arlington, Mass. I must say, I had my doubts when the movers first arrived, but everything got here in one piece....and quickly I must say. They arrived in Manchester at 9:30 a.m. and had me ready to go by 11. They arrived in Arlington at 1:15 and were gone by 2:45...not too bad. Being the obsessive-compulsive, anal-rententive prick I am, I immediately began unpacking and had pretty much finished everything (pictures excluded) by 9:30 p.m. Now about the pictures... I got the keys to my apartment a few weeks before moving day, so I began bringing up some things that I wouldn't dare let the movers touch...important pictures, lamps, my DVD collection of Homicide: Life on the Street...you know, valuables. Now I knew where I wanted some of the pictures to go, so I thought..hey..I'll get a head start on things and hang a couple of these babies. Well, unbeknownst to be...the walls in my apartment are not made of drywall, but plaster. Yes, good old fashioned plaster. So when I went to hammer a nail, my hand ended up feeling like the thing that was being hammered. Well the good news is I found these pseudo velcro/adhesive tape devices at The Home Depot, which have allowed me to hang some of my lighter things on the wall. Now, for my three heavier objects, I have had to turn to someone I always vowed I would never buy anything from. Billy Mays, the obnoxious, bearded TV pitchman, known for pushing loads of crap on television viewers. For the past few weeks, he has been pitching these things known as "Hercules Hooks" which work on plaster and can hold up to 150 lbs. Of course, I was skeptical, but I did some research on various consumer Web sites, and low and behold, these things apparently work. I should be receiving them in the next couple of days. I'll let you know. At the risk of making this things way too long, I'll try to share with you some of my random musings from the past week. Cable companies are obnoxious. A few weeks ago, I had scheduled my cable installation for Jan. 20. The guy on the phone told me I would see the installer between 11 a.m. and 1 p.m. on Jan. 20. Well, 1:30 comes around on Saturday, and low and behold, no cable installer. So I call the cable company, who will remain nameless, except to say their name rhymes with bombast. The woman who answered my call (after the 10 minute wait) said my installation was scheduled for Monday, Jan. 22. And since it was "always"scheduled for Jan. 22, so they wouldn't do me the favor of squeezing me in on the 20th. I bitched of course, and threatened to cancel my service. But because my options for TV are the cable company and my crappy rabbit ears, the woman was unswayed by my threat. She did credit me $20 on my next bill. So my cable will be installed Monday, and I'll be watching the Patriots through the snow of my bedroom TV. Oh well. Between the hassle of the move, issues with the cable, Internet...today was really the first day I was able to sleep in, and take it easy. Over the past couple of days, the stress had begun to get to me, and as is typical with me, I began thinking that this move was a mistake. But after doing a quick run to the grocery store today...I decided to take a drive...up Storrow Drive, through Harvard Square, Cambridge, along the Charles River...and I began realize how much I've always wanted to live here...and now...I am. And after weeks of juggling a new job...long drives to Western Mass., packing, having my brother sleeping on my living room floor (long story) I can finally sit back and enjoy the end results. Now who would have thought that a drive in or around Boston could help clear a person's mind? The new neighborhood is great. Within walking distance, I can visit three pizza places, a post office, a dry cleaners, two Chinese restaurants, a diner, a convenience store, a library, and an old fashioned movie house that shows first-run movies. I can also hop on a bus and be in Porter or Harvard quare within 10 or 15 minutes. All without a car. And I can see the Prudential Center and Hancock Tower from my front door. I have to say, it's pretty cool. As for the week ahead. On Monday, I meet with my district manager and fellow salesmen to walk through some stores and get our marching orders for the big launch date. (Jan. 29) (Truth be told, I think a few of my uncles wish it wasn't so close) I'll then meet with my car insurance agent, who will get me on the road to registering my car. On Tuesday, I'll switch my driver's license and register to vote. By Tuesday night, my transition to Masshole will be complete. Wow, this was a long entry. Sorry to be so self-centered, but hey, it's been a while. If all goes well, you should see me on here more often. | | Friday, October 13th, 2006 | | 1:55 pm |
| | Friday, August 18th, 2006 | | 2:31 pm |
We've made it
After months of anticipation and consternation...the day is finally here. Tonight, "Snakes on a Plane" makes its debut. In honor of this special occassion and our planned JI movie night, I think it would be appropriate for us to talk about what we hope to see in the most anticipated movie of 2006. Being a both a sensitive person and a big Samuel L. Jackson fan, I hope this vehicle finally gives Sam the chance to express his more sentimental side. Surely, I am looking forward to some serious, bad-ass snake smacking by SLJ. But certainly there must be a deeper, more emotional side of Jackson, one which can even see the bright side in a deadly, poisoness, slimy serpent. It is my hope that in the film's dramatic climax, when Samuel L. is face to face with a deadly, super constricting cobra...he decides that brute force and foul language are not the answer. Seeing Sam's humanitarian side, the snake relents...the two form a friendship, a bond....they join forces and return to the plane safely to the ground. Afterwards Samuel L. Jackson and the snake realize their true love for each other, which leads to the movie's final sex scene. Fade to black, roll credits. What could be better? Now it's your turn | | Thursday, August 3rd, 2006 | | 1:33 pm |
Syncronize watches...
We are T-minus 15 days from the much anticipated release of "Snakes on a Plane" starring Samuel L. Jackson. That is all. | | Wednesday, June 28th, 2006 | | 1:44 pm |
Tonight at the Rock Cats....
Take a look at the promotional giveaway at Friday's Tri-City Valley Cats baseball game in Troy, NY. Wouldn't it be great if Don Williams or Jim Amann donated their likenesses for a similar thing? http://albanyeye.blogspot.com/2006/06/bobble-bill.htmlFYI, Joe Bruno is the NY State Senate's majority leader, and a former Post-Star newspaper carrier. He told me himself! Oh, and did I mention the name of the Valley Cats stadium? Joe Bruno Stadium. There's even a statue of him in front of it. It nicely compliments the Joe Bruno statue at the Albany airport. | | Monday, June 5th, 2006 | | 6:44 pm |
At least he still remembers me
Late last week, the faculty advisor of my former college radio station was arrested and acused of embezzling $500,000 in station revenues. The arrest sparked a discussion on the Seton Hall basketball message board. And in the process my name came up.... "i can only speak on what i saw and experienced when i went to SHU, from '98 to '02. in that period of time, the sports staff were his little darlings. he was very friendly with numerous kids, most notably the supreme ass-kisser Jason Rowe. how he treated SOU staff before or after my tenure i don't know about. SHU '02 " "truth: i am unabashedly bitter about collazo and mckenna's bullsh#! with me, and it's 4 years later, so i don't see that going away. i'm a sad sad vengeful guy ha ha. but there's no bitterness with rowe. if you're gonna tell me he wasn't a major brown-noser at SHU, well...sorry but you're lying or biased. that kid, while skilled at what he did/does on the air, weaseled his way right into collazo's pocket from day one. i'm just pointing it out. that's not bashing. SHU '02" The entire thread is linked here... http://www.setonhall.rivals.com/showmsg.asp?SID=&fid=330&style=2&tid=74154642&Page=2I have a hunch that I know who this person is. It's a long story. Oh Well | | Friday, May 12th, 2006 | | 3:15 pm |
| | Tuesday, May 9th, 2006 | | 1:20 pm |
Dispatches from my deathbed...Day 1
1 p.m. -- Temperature 100.6 Feeling -- slightly better if not for the fact it still "HURTS LIKE HELL" to swallow things. I'm starting to think that sleeping might actually be making me feel worse. After waking up around 8:30 and turning on the Today show (Wow, people actually watch this stuff?)...I managed to hop out of bed (well not really hop), and go into the living room to watch TV. I also had breakfast, which consisted of chocolate pudding (Doctor's (and Mom's) orders! Deciding I would be really ambitious, I amble down the stairs to pick up my Boston Globe. Alas, the delivery man has once again confused me with a New York Times subscriber and placed a Times on my porch. I call the Globe requesting, redelivery...still no luck. Needing entertainment, I go upstairs and decide to play MLB 2k6 for my X-Box....I, playing as the San Diego Padres, take a 1-run lead into the top of the 9th against the Florida Marlins, when Goodamed Trevor Hoffman gives up five runs. I lose the game by four. By this time, my throat was actually starting to feel better. I go into the bedroom lie down and about two hours later, I open my eyes and can no longer swallow without 10 seconds of agony. Fluids and rest my ass. On a side note, have you ever seen what they show on TV during the day? Who the hell is Judge Alex? I she like Judge Judy's illgitimate Hispanic son? Who Wants to be a Millionaire...the daytime version...Judging by how often they give the big money out, I would say that Nobody wants to be a millionaire. Sorry, enough of that. Incidentally, I think the nurse with a bad sense of humor is possibly the worst creation God has bestowed on earth. During my visit to Promptcare at Manchester Memorial (which wasn't very prompt mind you) The nurse looks down my throat to give me a culture...When I open my mouth, she undoubtadly notices that my tonsils are the size of softballs. Her response "So, you're having trouble swalling eh..(giggling)" If I ever find myself in control of the universe, I'll be sure to keep that nurse in my thoughts. Anyway, time to go and take some more Advil...remember, I love you all, and if something should happen to me...make sure my brother doesn't get my TV. PS...I seem to recall saying I Love You All...keep in mine I might be delerious because of the temperature | | Thursday, April 27th, 2006 | | 6:58 pm |
My Turn now
I commented in the journals of villagecharm, the_4th_doctor, la_cronaca and sandwedge when they played this game, so now I'll take a crack at it (Might not get to finish it until next week though, because I'm going to Baltimore for the weekend. If you comment... 1. I'll respond with something random I like about you. 2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you. 3. I'll name something we should do together. 4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me (or just me). 5. I'll tell you my first/clearest memory of you. 6. I'll leave you a quote that is somehow appropriate to you. 7. I'll ask you something that I've always wondered about you. 8. If I do this for you, you must post this on your journal so you can do the same for other people | | Thursday, April 13th, 2006 | | 7:46 pm |
As the Arena Turns
One of the things that has always irritated me is the amount of time that alumni and fans of my alma mater, Seton Hall University, spend bellyaching about the fact that our basketball team doesn't play on campus. Well, today, I finally reached my wits end. I logged onto the basketball team's messageboard and came a across a poster advocating for the university to buy the nearby low income housing projects and park to build, you guess it, an arena. Here is my impassioned, if not lengthy response... Here is what said poster wrote... "Forget the Diocese. Who cares how long it takes to empty the projects and demolish. We're not talking a billion dollars here - they're not even worth $100 million. Not even close. Not even by half." Now my response.. I'm sorry...but your first statement severely hampers your credibility in this argument. Seton Hall is a "diocesan university." It is not part of a religious order or a sect and is not part of a larger nonprofit mission. Simply put, Seton Hall is the Archdiocese of Newark and vice-versa. There is a reason why the archbishop's signature is on our degrees when we graduate. It is not there merely as a gesture, but is symbolic of the Archdiocese's authority to confer our degrees. Simply put, any major move by the university must be done in concert with the archdiocese -- It's part of the fundemental operation of this university. Also, you say "empty the projects" I'm sorry, but these buildings are not being used to store furniture or surplus military gear. These are people. Many of them elderly or poor, who rely on facilities like Ivy Hill. While the government's philosphy on public housing design has thankfully shifted away from high rise developments, you are still talking about hundreds of residents, all of whom would have to be relocated. And where would they go? Much of the affordable housing constructed in the area during recent years has been to replace developments that were knocked down in years past. Meanwhile, towns like Millburn, Maplewood, South Orange, and yes Caldwell, have vehemently fought the development of "affordable" housing in their towns, despite the state Supreme Court's Mt. Laurel edict. I would be appalled if my alma mater were ever linked to an effort to displace these residents. And let's say the apartments were removed, there are still residents who live in the nearby neighborhood. Are you saying that these residents should not be entitled to a neighborhood park simply because Seton Hall might have a few extra million to wow county leaders? (And even then, I'm not so sure public parks can simply be sold without the creation of new space nearby. aka. the new Yankee Stadium project) I find it morally abhorent that people could simply discount the lives of neighborhood residents and Ivy Hill apartment residents simply because they want a basketball arena. A facility to be used for a game - an entertaining diversion for those that can afford to attend. People who would most likely flee to suburbia once the contest is complete, and leave neighborhood residents behind to deal with the traffic headaches and vehicle exhuast. But hey, it's only Newark right? It will be easy. I also take issue with your contention that our lack of an on campus arena consigns us to Tier 2 status. What consigns us to Tier 2 status is antiquated facilities like our science building and overcrowded dormitories, which don't allow us to bring in greater numbers of students from outside the area. This university has far more greater issues than building an arena, or any sports facility for that matter. We need a new science building, not a renovated one. We need at the very least to renovate our university center, to provide students with better dining facilities and more community living spaces. A new facility would do a better job at accomplishing this goal, but that renovation appears more likely. The university also needs more dormitory spaces, desparately. Seton Hall must also do a better job of attracting and retaining promising faculty members by improving pay and benefits, all of which costs money. Meanwhile, the university regularly has to increase tuitition to improve cash flow, yet some seem to think that Seton Hall has plenty of money to purchase government parks and housing set aside for the disadvantaged. I would argue that the fact that Seton Hall is a tuition dependent instution prevents us from becoming a "great" university, far more than the lack of an on campus arena. If Seton Hall were to have this infusion of cash, they should use it for something that can truly make us great: a healthy endowment. Even if Seton Hall miraculously gained 100 acres --- there are so many things that would need to be done before an arena should even be discussed. i.e. science building, university center, dorms, new facilties for the College of Arts and Sciences. But sadly, if that were to occur, I feel that most on this board would immediately begin drawing up plans for a new arena. During my years at the university, writing for the student newspaper and working on the radio station, I constantly heard griping about our arena setup. While there is no question that an on campus arena can help the basketball program, I still have difficulty grasping the amount of time spent on the issue. We all proclaim to love Seton Hall, but I ask..Why haven't there been any lengthy threads on these messageboards about the deplorable state of our science building during the last decade? Why hasn't there been lengthy debate about the university's inability to house an increasing number of out of state students wanting to attend classes here? Why do we criticize university administration for the way they handle our basketball program -- much like we would criticize those who run an NBA franchise - yet not even spend a fraction of that time criticizing them for some of the university's other more pressing needs? I am pleased with Bobby Gonzalez's hiring and the prospect of the Newark Arena. What upsets me is the willingness of some to uproot and disrupt lives and divert money that is needed elsewhere -- for something that is nothing more than entertainment -- all under the guise of making us a great university. Until Seton Hall is able to balance its pressing academic and student life needs while protecting the interests of our neighbors, will we truly be a great university. | | Monday, April 3rd, 2006 | | 1:43 pm |
"I want these motherf***ing snakes off this motherf***ing plane"
Reading the Boston Herald this morning, I came across a hillarious story about a new movie coming out this summer staring Samuel L. Jackson. In this film, Jackson plays an FBI agent escorting a key witness in a mafia trial on a cross-country flight before he testifies. Not wanting this witness to appear before a Jury, the mafia bad guys decide they need to off him and to do so, they choose the most efficient manner possible. They release dozens of venomous snakes on the plane. The title of the movie.....wait for it...."Snakes on a Plane" Apparently this movie has generated a ton of Internet buzz including its own Wikipedia site and fan blog http://www.snakesonablog.com, with some very funny artwork including this hillarious one, which is now the background on a coworkers computer. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Snakesonaplane1js.jpgGiven the Internet hype, the movie's producers decided to reshoot several scenes to bump the film from PG-13 to R. During the course of the refilming Samnuel L. Jackson utters the soon-to-be classic line listed above in this entry's title. Now I know what you're all thinking: JI Night at the Movies! Anyone? | | Tuesday, March 14th, 2006 | | 6:38 pm |
Long time no write...
I glanced at my calendar today and realized that I hadn't updated my live journal in over a month. I'd like to say that my last entry was so creative and brilliant that I had to recharge my creative energy. Truth is, I just forgot. Anyway, if any of you are JI readers -- which I'm pretty sure none of you are -- you may have seen my story about the man in Vernon who developed a staph infection at Rockville Hospital, became partially paralyzed and is about to lose his home. (Sorry, don't mean to be a downer) Well the community response has been great, and I wrote a follow-up article last week telling people how to donate to his cause and publicizing a benefit dinner to be held next week. Well the powers that be in the newsroom, and they shall remain nameless, decided that they would use my original story in the weekly shopper. Problem #1...my original story did not have information about how to donate to the various benefits because they did not exist at the time. Problem #2 The vast majority of weekly shopper readers are likely cheap jerks who don't subscribe to the JI. (They're cheap because they read weekly shopper. Not subscribing to the JI simply makes them good consumers) As a result, the weekly shopper readers only got the first story and not the follow-up, which contained useful information. Result: My phone has been ringing off the hook from people trying to donate. And today I actually got an envelope with a $10 check in it from a woman asking me to pass it on to the family. One woman actually called yesterday to complain that I wrote a story without printing information on how to donate. Now, I think it's wonderful how generous the community has been, but I'm a reporter not a secretary. Incidentally, about $6,700 has been raised for the family so far, not including next week's benefit dinner. They need about $9,000 to keep their home. I guess I can't complain too much. | | Monday, February 13th, 2006 | | 3:00 pm |
When in Boston....
So if you happened to be watching Channel 7 in Boston at about 1 p.m. Sunday afternoon and the camera panned to the two idiots who emerged from the T stop at City Hall Plaza and were immediately hit by a snow drift, that was likely my brother and me. Let me explain... I had tickets to the Bruins game on Saturday night. Now in the span of three days last week, the forecast went from "big storm going well out to sea" to "big storm scoring a direct hit on southern New England, massive casualties likely." Hearing the changing forecast, and not wanting to lose the money I spent on the hockey tickets, I decided to take a hotel room in the Boston area and wait out the storm. Mind you, when I took the room, the forecast called for snow to begin in the early evening hours Saturday and leave the area by late Sunday morning. But as the weekend progressed, that forecast seemed to change. So much so, that by the time we got back to the hotel from the game (shortly before 11 p.m.) the snow hadn't even started yet. Thinking that this killer storm was only moments away, I decided that we were still better off staying. Fast forward to 1:30 a.m. - Still no snow. I'm beginning to have doubts about my strategy. Well, I wake up at about 8:30 a.m. and sure enough, in the span of about 7 hours, about 10 inches of snow had fallen. I turn on the television and there is any number of Boston-area meterologists -- all wearing incredibly ugly sweaters, telling me that this storm won't be out of here until early evening. This means I either drive home in the killer snowstorm or take my hotel room for another night. Now while my salary may be paltry, I'd like to think my life still holds more value so I chose to take another night at the hotel. Meaning I spent $190 in hotel costs to avoid losing $100 worth of hockey tickets. Worst of all, I wouldn't actually be spending another night at this hotel (we hoped), though I would be paying for it. But while this all might have been incovenient, it wasn't without some lighter moments. At about noon, with every television reporter and poorly dressed weatherman telling us not to go outside in the storm, my brother and I had a brilliant idea -- let's go walk around downtown Boston during a blizzard. Since our hotel was right next to the T station, we decided that it wouldn't be that difficult. Of course my brother, never to shy away from a challenge, decided it would be best for us to drive to the T stop instead of walk. (T stop being about 200 feet from hotel exit). On the bright side, I found out that my Honda Civic can hold its own in 18 inches of snow. Now I have to say, riding the Green Line in a blizzard: one of the shear joys of life. Instead of making annoying stops at piss ant stations with weird names like Waban and Beaconsfield, our train, which cosisted of two riders -- my brother and me -- blew by abandoned station platform after abandoned station platform. Within a half an hour, we reached Government Center. Thinking this was a pretty good idea, we confidently headed up the stairs to City Hall Plaza. Confidently, I opened the door to go outside and within seconds, I'm enveloped by a snow drift. A complete white out. I'd like to say I was scared, but truthfully, it was actually kind of cool. That is until the snow began to clear and I looked to my left and saw a camera from Boston's Channel 7 pointed directly at me. Next to that camera was a reporter whose live shot was suddenly made all the more compelling by two visual aids from CT. I could hear her now. "Although I've been standing here essentially saying don't go outside for the past few hours, it appears that not everyone is listening. Just moments ago, two assholes, probably from CT, emerged from the Government Center T and were nearly lost in a snow drift. Had the winds not subsided they would have likely found themselves buried in a snowbank only to be found when Mayor Menino's Hummer ran over them on Monday morning." The reporter would then call attention to me, covering my face in a futile attempt to determine which direction I was going in. She would remark "Let's watch and see if the fat one realizes he's about to walk directly into a planter." Needless, to say the walk in downtown Boston didn't last very long. We stopped at the Border's in Downtown Crossng for a few moments and were on our way back. As a side note, we left the hotel for home at about 7:30 p.m. Although the storm was just finishing, the roads in Mass. were great. At one point, near Worcester we actually came across dry pavement. Of course, as soon as we hit the CT line, the majority of the highway was snow covered. Ah, it's good to be home. | | Monday, January 30th, 2006 | | 6:17 pm |
Who betrayed who?
Given the rekindling of my love with NHL Hockey, combined with my growing, and possibly unhealthy, obsession with the city of Boston, I have attended quite a few Bruins games this year. So much so, I'm somewhat considering dumping my Uconn Football tickets next year in favor of a half-season ticket package for the B's. But I digress. As some of you may know, I was a diehard fan of the Hartford Whalers. So much so, their depature actually brought me to tears. (Granted the death of my father a month earlier probably left me in a fragile state emotionally). But since their depature, my attendance at NHL games had fallen off, and I sort of floated around without a team to latch onto. Well, in October, I had a brainstorm to go to Boston for a Bruins game, so I went to one. After the game, I immediately came home and promptly bought tickets to 8 more games. Since then, I've probably added an additional 7 games. In some cases, I have driven to Boston on a random, idle Thursday night and have attended games by myself. (Believe it or not, the story hasn't reached the pathetic part yet. Be patient). Now growing up, I hated the Bruins. I hated the fact that they were bigger and faster than the Whalers, and that people from Boston always looked down on Hartford. (Of course, now I don't think I would argue that point.) But the more Bruins games I went, the more connected I began to feel to franchise. Well on Saturday, I went to see the Bruins play the Islanders, and I completely let my Whalers guard down. I actually bought a Bruins hat and placed it on my head. (For the record, the hat is very sharp looking.) When I placed the hat on my head, the friend who I was with at the time -- for the sake of concealing identies, we'll call him Clark Nimpson -- commented that I "betrayed" my former team. Now I immediately retorted that I wans't the one who moved the franchise. Then, it dawned on me. All those years, I worried about betraying my former team, when in reality, my former team was the one who left me. (Yes, I am referring to my former hockey team in the same manner I would an exgirlfriend. We have reached the pathetic part of our story). I'm not sure why I never came to this realization before. But that night, the Bruins played a spirited game, which saw a number of lead changes. With each Bruins goal, I jumped out of my chair and cheered as loudly as I would have if the Whalers were the one's who scored. Fittingly, the Bruins lost the game 4-3 on soft goal created by a bad bounce in front of the Boston net. I felt like a kid again. | | Thursday, January 26th, 2006 | | 4:06 pm |
Mr. Kleinhans I presume...
Now, I know why I started this live journal. So I can post random emails I receive. Emails like this. Hallo, my name is Robert Kleinhans and i live in germany. I just search under my name in google, and what must I see, there live a lot of Robert Kleinhans in These world. So I would like to take contact to Robert kleinhans. Is he good politican or a bad ? Greetings from the cold germany. robert Hmmm...now what am I going to do.... | | 3:44 pm |
And all I got was a lousy application...
It seems the geniuses that run Seton Hall University, my alma mater, forgot to double check the phone number on their application hotline. From today's Newark Star Ledger.... Foreign students looking for help applying to Seton Hall University instead got an offer to talk to "hot, horny girls" thanks to a misprinted phone number in the Catholic university's admissions application. Tens of thousands of undergraduate applications for the South Orange university list an 800 number for overseas students to call to get their high school transcripts approved. But the number is a recorded advertisement for a phone-sex line. The entire article can be found here.... http://www.nj.com/news/ledger/jersey/index.ssf?/base/news-2/1138258539202730.xml&coll=1This hasn't been the Seton Hall public relation department's decade. Starting with a tragic fire that killed three students in January 2000, the university has been through one public blunder after another. Last fall, the university dismissed a dean after he wrote a letter to the editor criticizing the Cahtholic church's policies on homosexuality. Now oddly enough this dean, who is gay, is the same guy who got up in front of a blood thirsty media two days after the fire and absolutely dazzled the reporters with great quotes, genuine emotion, and good anectdotal evidence that university was a good place for students. After days of being buffetted by the school's public relations staff, the media wansn't about to do the university any favors. That is until this guy got up there, engaged the reporters in actual conversation, and brought many of them to tears.... Oh well, at least we can laugh at this latest incident. In other news, I have to admit, I'm dragging this morning. When I got home from work yesterday I was exhausted. So I laid down and actually slept for a couple of hours. Now the problem, When I my mind decided that 11 p.m. would be a good time to go to sleep for the night, my body had other plans. In fact, I'm pretty sure I could hear my body laughing and muttering something to the extent of "Yeah, right fat boy, better turn on Leno." Oh well, I guess I just gotta de.....zzzzzzzzzz | | Tuesday, January 24th, 2006 | | 8:24 pm |
Well it wasn't in the toaster oven, but...
For those that are intersted, I found my Ipod this afternoon. After tearing up the house and going through my garbage, I put one my jacket to go outside and again, check my car. Now bear in mind, I had gone through the pockets of this jacket no less than six times last night and today. But when I put my hand in my pocket, I could fell the small gadget somewhere in the jacket. Apparently, it fell through a hole in my jacket pocket and into innards of the coat. Despite my absent minded stupidity, my faith in humanity is restored. |
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