Caption Contest #5
Some of you might actually remember me like this, so this could be hard, but you should try it regardless.
Here, I’ll start:
What was my hair’s zipcode in 1999?
Monthly Archives: April 2007
Heavy Breather Conference Call
At lunch today, my officemates and I huddled around the speakerphone on the back table for a “town hall” meeting teleconference call. Colleagues called in from all over, set their office and cubicle phones to speaker, and proceeded to pay no attention whatsoever.
These folks have got some good microphone pick-ups on their telephones. We heard honking, sirens, closing doors, throat-clearings and a lilting little Irish jig on lute and guitar. This is true. “Break out the Guiness,” one coworker said. If only.
At least one person held a handset up to their head. We know, because he or she . . .
Such attacks
As anybody reading this has almost certainly already heard, yesterday saw the largest act of gun violence in modern U.S. history.
Also called the “deadliest shooting rampage in U.S. history” (modern or otherwise), Virginia Tech has now joined the ranks of many other America college, high school, and grade school campuses ravaged by mass murder.
There’s nothing really to say about it, surely not on a blog posted for fun by a crowd of non-journalists, but I’m going to briefly go against my better judgment.
The Twin Cities’ Star Tribune ran . . .
My Night with Kurt Vonnegut
I don’t know if I could call it a “date” per se, but he was there, I was there, there were candles on the table and pasta on plates.
Well, to be fair, there were about seven other people and I may not have been sitting the furthest away from him, but it was close. He had come to our school to speak, and as a recent member of the Forum Planning Committee, I snuck in on the pre-lecture dinner reservation. It would be an exaggeration to say that he and I had a conversation that night, but he did . . .
Party Report
I’m blogging from Kris and Pulao’s house. It’s the middle of an insane party. All the 12apostrophes bloggers are here. (Apparently the India crowd’s plane was delayed). Things started out tame but it’s getting more interesting. Last I looked, people are in the living room doing gigantic whiskey bongs. Michael is in charge of that. In the red room, people are fighting over the Wii. I gave up because I can’t return a serve or putt. Since I left, the paint on the wall was chipped, at least one person drew blood, and Daniel fell in love.
Let’s see what’s happening in the . . .
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