[Signing off]RIP Peter Jennings. From the wire: NEW YORK — Peter Jennings, the suave, Canadian-born broadcaster who delivered the news to Americans each night in five separate decades, died Sunday. He was 67. Jennings, who announced in April that he had lung cancer, died at his apartment, fellow anchor Charles Gibson announced on the network shortly before midnight.
Author: theogeo
[Fumbling to make contact]I’ve complained about Blue Raider Bookstore before. But this e-mail I just received cracks me up: ::::: Thank you for your recent application to the Blue Raider Bookstore. We are sorting through applications as we speak. If you are still interested please apply again on-line and come in to fill out the basic evaluation test. Thank you for your time, Amanda Gentry Web CoordinatorBRBS ::::: I applied around this time last year…
[As the crow flies]It’s been a busy week. It’s not likely to slow down, as I’ll be working my usual off day on Sunday since we’ll be shorthanded. Off Monday. Then I work four days. And then I’m off for three days and will spend some time in Murfreesboro for Kristin’s graduation. The day before yesterday, Phil’s mom, brother, niece, and cousin spent the night. Rickey was scheduled to get his cast removed at Le…
[100 things]1. When possible, I like to be barefoot. Failing that, flip-flops are the next best thing.2. I do not enjoy “night life” or “bar hopping” or “getting crunk” or any other action that can result in much head and dignity pain later and/or the next day.3. I have weak wrists and prefer it if you would not touch them. 4. I’m addicted to nasal spray.5. I wish I had red hair.6. I’m an internet…
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So easy I can’t explain it
I came to work today wearing a dirty shirt. A dirt-spotted pink shirt, so it really shows up. There are four small dirty spots and a faint dirt streak. I don’t know if I came to work with a shirt like this, or if I got dirty in transit (from my apartment to my car, and my car to my desk, when I noticed). I haven’t wrestled with any mechanics and I didn’t fall on…
Life is butterbeans
>I’m glad to see that several Muslim scholars issued a fawta against terrorism. I’m a little unsure of the loopholes in their statement, however, since only acts of violence against civilians are forbidden. There is no mention of violent acts against supposedly benevolent military forces acting as temporary law enforcement authorities. Is that intentional? And kudos to Bill Frist for his stem-cell shift. I’m a little less ashamed of him now.
Where thrills are cheap and love is divine
Somebody (Rickey, we’re guessing) peed in the demon toilet and I didn’t notice until it started stinking and I lifted the cover and was horrified. All we could do was try to flush to get rid of the stench, which unleashed a flood of blue-green water that dripped onto the bathroom floor and surged through the walls and floor and ceiling, down into the drinking glass cabinet downstairs in the kitchen. The worst part is…
Anything I say to you is gonna come out wrong anyway
My sister has decided not to come visit tomorrow. She got sort of spooked by a chain e-mail that said some gang initiations were happening in Memphis this weekend, and that some gang members are supposed to kill a woman and her child, though the e-mail says Wal-Mart is the likely location. So … yeah. Plus, she said it’s too hot to walk around the zoo and that they’d come this fall when it cooled…
Something’s tugging on my leg and there it goes
Today marks six months in Memphis. I just want to point out that it’s 83 degrees in Nashville right now (feels like 88) and 89 degrees here (feels like 96). You wouldn’t think there would be such a radical difference between the two cities, but I swear this is the hottest summer I recall ever having. Even Birmingham didn’t seem this hot (well, it rained constantly). I guess that Cumberland plateau is pretty spiffy after…
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