Yo Quiero This message in my inbox I had to share:
Thanks to Jacoby Ellsbury's stolen base in the 2007 World Series, America is being gifted with a free taco. Go to any participating Taco Bell this afternoon between 2 p.m. and 5 p.m. local time to pick up your Crunchy Seasoned Beef Taco.
Whew. The party is over. The best part of the evening actually came around three in the morning, when W@rren Hood and the boys from The Bellev!lle Outfit (formerly The Deschamps Band) came over after their show at The Parish. We showed each other our favorite YouTube videos until about 4:30.
Stiles and I showed off Grape Lady, of course. The boys had about six or seven favorites (which we all watched), but my favorite of their favorites was "MISHEARD LYRICS: Yellow Ledbetter" (which is my favorite Pearl Jam song of all time, even though for the life of me I have no idea what Eddie is singing.)
In honor of all the YouTube fun, we've posted a moment from MUCH earlier in the evening -- the toast to our departing friend Jason, who is moving to Washington DC.
Not a Great Week Okay so, first, the surprise party I was planning for a friend's goodbye (because I was so inspired by the hostess-with-the-mostess skills of my friend Myra in SC) took a turn for the worst when out of the 102 reporters invited to the fiesta, one of the non-reporters actually spilled the surprise. Twice.
Then, my man's employer announced something called a Position Elimination Program, aka PEP. Yay! "You may soon be part of the PEP, and your winnings will include not-having-to-work-here! Congratulations!" I wonder if the Bob's are going to show up and start interviewing people about their productivity. "So what would you say... ya do here?"
Throw in some uncomfortable encounters with some humorless people in my work-world and it's enough to make a girl want to pull a Van Gogh.
The Men... of the Week The boys of The Belleville Outfit (who entertained us at historic Gruene Hall) Dan the Man, closely watching the only state house race coming up next month Rudy Giuliani, endorsed by The Guvnah
The Snippet "I wonder why China Hill (restaurant) has its windows all blacked out. It's probably a "massage parlor" or something..."
Nightrider Whoa. Experiencing some serious deja vu, as a friend is on vacation and I'm filling in as a NIGHTSIDE GA reporter tonight. I have not worked nightside, or general assignments, in a long, long time. It's pretty much just like the ol' days back in S-C, only, my office isn't about to cave in at any second.
- Slacked off all morning, despite creating a list yesterday of "things I could do to be productive in the morning" - Strange feeling in stomach after downing half the 99 cent value meal menu at Wendy's in about four minutes - Spending my evening hours in a satellite truck - Reporting outside a jail, awaiting the release of a chick who helped Colton Pitonyak dismember a college girl in a bathtub (This doesn't happen on the political beat. Well, it could, but no one would find out.)
On the up side, I did catch some of Grey's Anatomy while hanging out in the truck.
The Darkness and The Light My boy J-Graham pointed us out to a St. Louis Post Dispatch piece last month about how Governor Matt Blunt and AG Jay Nixon were engaged in a dueling press conference smackdown over whether Blunt's office should be routinely deleting its emails. Since, you know, he's a PUBLIC official and it's a PUBLIC office, one would think communication there is for the PUBLIC record.
Too bad I never check my gmail account, because I just saw the piece last night. I was actually surprised this created some outrage in Missouri, because in Texas the Gov's office deletes like, every week, and no one seems to push back against it.
Oh 67 Degrees, How I've Neglected You So... W-T-F. I've been so tied up trying to get the work blog off the ground that I haven't had enough time to keep you updated over here. Nothing too huge this week, except Monday night's Cowboys game, about which I'm still utterly stunned.
My house is now a petting zoo, after my roommate J-Rod and his doggie moved in. We now have two hound dogs and two cats, but everyone seems to get along. I love my furry homies.
J-Rod is a photog at my station AND a personal trainer, which makes living with him kind of interesting. He came home Monday as I was finishing my Burger King meal.
"E. Burger King? Didn't you just have pizza for dinner last night?"
Then there was the day I wanted to go get a drink at Starbucks, which is a mile away.
Him: I would rather you ran to Starbucks. Me: Fine, but will you come pick me up? Him: I would rather you ran back.
The Harbor v The Creek Okay, something's wrong with me. I don't even watch MTV's Newport Harbor with any regularity. But it's on right now and Chrissy is about to leave for college. Which got me wondering, where is Chrissy going to college? So here I am googling "Newport Harbor" and "Chrissy" and "College" when I find this:
Surprisingly they haven't pulled the plug on Newport Harbor...er...I'm sorry I meant "Douche-Bag Creek".
HAHA! LOL LOL. Someone bring back the real Creek, a la Joey before she became a Scientologist, married Tom Cruise and birthed his offspring.
Free at Last! Free at Last! Am I dreaming? I think I just successfully canceled my cell phone account with evil, Satan money-stealing, baby-killing Sprint. (Okay, I added that last one, but it's plausible.)
After being on hold for twenty minutes... Me: I need to cancel my account because I don't have service at my house. Them: Oh, no. I'm sorry to hear that. Are you aware of the $50 discount on your next bill for staying with us? Me: I cannot make or receive calls from the place where I live. I do not want my account anymore. Them: I'm really sorry to hear that, you've been such a good customer since 1999. Your contract isn't up until January so there's an early termination fee. Me: What? It's not even my choice to cancel! I do NOT have service at my HOUSE! What if I had an emergency at my house and needed to call 9-1-1? I wouldn't be able to, because you don't provide service at my house. Them: Again, I'm really sorry to hear that, ma'am.
Eventually they let me cancel without the fee. I can't really believe this happened! They've had me over a barrel for so many years that I don't know how I'll adjust to my new, Sprint-free life.
