So I’m not one to boast (or brag or gloat of kick small children) but my three-part series, “This better be damn good” was damn good. The word around the office (and the internets) is my series was a huge success. So a big THANK YOU to those who read it and have been reading from the very beginning. Your support is what keeps me typing away.
Today I’ve been furiously trying to order t-shirts from a website a friend of mine created. The shirts are hilariously funny and would look really good on my body-builder frame. The only “hitch in my giddyup” is the darn check out process. I forgot to enter my zip code and the entire site freaks out. I think it might’ve killed the internet, too. So now I have to wait even longer. Worse yet, I had an exclusive coupon for my first order, but I completely blew it! Now I have wait to receive another coupon.
But I highly suggest you check it out. http://www.rugbunnies.com Order three or more shirts and get free shipping!
Today is a rather momentous day in my New York City internship. My lovely mom and super gay brother are coming up to visit me on the last weekend I’ll be here. I couldn’t be more excited; but honestly, I have no idea what I’m going to have them do while here! I mean, I know of several restaurants I want to take them to and various spots around town that are nice. Plus, I’ll be the only one proficient at the art of subway riding. But they’re expecting me to cart them around and make this the best weekend ever! If you know of something we could do together, please, please, please comment with your suggestions. I (and they) will greatly appreciate it.
UPDATE: I’ve just received my new coupon code for rugbunnies.com and will be placing my order shortly! Thanks Jeff and the staff at RugBunnies!
How about a comment poll? Simply post “YES” or “NO” as a comment to the question: Should Daniel Crump add fiction to his blog? If the response is overwhelming, and by overwhelming I mean at least three comments, I will begin writing fiction (as best I can) and posting it on my blog. That, my friends, will be true Useful Nonsense.
For Jason Staggs, I’m Daniel Crump. Goodbye.
Friday, July 31, 2009
Thursday, July 30, 2009
This better be damn good, Part Three.
Welcome back. I now present you with part three of, "This better be damn good." Being the final part in my three-part series, I thought I'd leave you with a rather opinion-filled diatribe. Let me know if that's the right word for what you're going to read.
-Thirdly, I've realized both the futility and lucrativeness of being homeless. The Coalition For the Homeless in New York City estimates the number of homeless people living in New York to be more than 109,000. And, according to the Coalition, more than 36,600 homeless men, women, and children were sleeping each night in New York City municipal shelters, including 15,800 children, 14,100 adult family members, and 6,700 single adults. Thousands more sleep rough on city streets, in public parks, in the subway system, and in other public spaces. Now, if you'd talk to me personally about my views on homelessness, you'd find that I feel very strongly about the issue. I won't say here if I support the homeless or not, but after talking to me you'll quickly find out how I feel. Everyday on my journey to work, I must pass at least 10 homeless people; all begging, pleading even, for some sort of monetary donation. There's no doubt that any amount of money would help them eat for that day, but let's face reality here: No one is going to give you enough money to get off the streets and no one but you can get yourself a job. No matter how hard you beg and panhandle for pocket change, you're going to remain on the streets and in shelters until you get yourself a job. That's the futility of homelessness.
Now, you're probably thinking to yourself, "Didn't he mention something about the lucrativeness of homelessness?" Well, my faithful followers, let me give you a little anecdote. While waiting in line for Grimaldi's Pizza, the number one rated pizza in all of New York (and yes, free pizza will be accepted), I witnessed a young boy and girl sitting on the sidewalk with a baseball cap turned upside down, collecting money. At first glance, one would see a desperate young brother and sister, only 10 and 15 or so, homeless, without a family or anyone to support them and in dire need to someone's generous assistance. I myself was even feeling bad for the two. So my daring friend, Nicole, decided to sit down next to the little boy and girl and just chat with them about life. We could see that the conversation started to get rather interesting, because who starts laughing when talking to homeless kids? After about five or so minutes, Nicole came back to the group and reported her findings. To everyone's surprise, the kids weren't homeless at all! The boy and girl were visiting New York with their family, and even waiting in the same line to Grimaldi's. To pass the time (and to entertain their family, I suppose) the two decided to sit on the sidewalk, look desperate, and collect people's money. They were willfully taking advantage of people's kindheartedness, just to entertain themselves. So that made me wonder: how many people, out of the 100,000 or so, are actually homeless and how many are just faking it to get some easy cash and pass the summer days? Sure, you may only get a few dollars, and even the company of a compassionate passerby. But there's still something to say for faking being homeless. And that's the lucrativeness of homelessness.
Well, I hope you've enjoyed my three part look at some of the things I've learned while living in New York. I can assure you, the lessons I've learned are way more valuable than any school education, but number too many to list here.
So for Dan Rather, Dan Rather Reports, HDNet, and all the little faking homeless kids out there,
I'm Daniel Crump. Gig'em.
-Thirdly, I've realized both the futility and lucrativeness of being homeless. The Coalition For the Homeless in New York City estimates the number of homeless people living in New York to be more than 109,000. And, according to the Coalition, more than 36,600 homeless men, women, and children were sleeping each night in New York City municipal shelters, including 15,800 children, 14,100 adult family members, and 6,700 single adults. Thousands more sleep rough on city streets, in public parks, in the subway system, and in other public spaces. Now, if you'd talk to me personally about my views on homelessness, you'd find that I feel very strongly about the issue. I won't say here if I support the homeless or not, but after talking to me you'll quickly find out how I feel. Everyday on my journey to work, I must pass at least 10 homeless people; all begging, pleading even, for some sort of monetary donation. There's no doubt that any amount of money would help them eat for that day, but let's face reality here: No one is going to give you enough money to get off the streets and no one but you can get yourself a job. No matter how hard you beg and panhandle for pocket change, you're going to remain on the streets and in shelters until you get yourself a job. That's the futility of homelessness.
Now, you're probably thinking to yourself, "Didn't he mention something about the lucrativeness of homelessness?" Well, my faithful followers, let me give you a little anecdote. While waiting in line for Grimaldi's Pizza, the number one rated pizza in all of New York (and yes, free pizza will be accepted), I witnessed a young boy and girl sitting on the sidewalk with a baseball cap turned upside down, collecting money. At first glance, one would see a desperate young brother and sister, only 10 and 15 or so, homeless, without a family or anyone to support them and in dire need to someone's generous assistance. I myself was even feeling bad for the two. So my daring friend, Nicole, decided to sit down next to the little boy and girl and just chat with them about life. We could see that the conversation started to get rather interesting, because who starts laughing when talking to homeless kids? After about five or so minutes, Nicole came back to the group and reported her findings. To everyone's surprise, the kids weren't homeless at all! The boy and girl were visiting New York with their family, and even waiting in the same line to Grimaldi's. To pass the time (and to entertain their family, I suppose) the two decided to sit on the sidewalk, look desperate, and collect people's money. They were willfully taking advantage of people's kindheartedness, just to entertain themselves. So that made me wonder: how many people, out of the 100,000 or so, are actually homeless and how many are just faking it to get some easy cash and pass the summer days? Sure, you may only get a few dollars, and even the company of a compassionate passerby. But there's still something to say for faking being homeless. And that's the lucrativeness of homelessness.
Well, I hope you've enjoyed my three part look at some of the things I've learned while living in New York. I can assure you, the lessons I've learned are way more valuable than any school education, but number too many to list here.
So for Dan Rather, Dan Rather Reports, HDNet, and all the little faking homeless kids out there,
I'm Daniel Crump. Gig'em.
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
This better be damn good, Part Two.
Welcome back. This is part two of my exclusive three-part series, "This better be damn good." You see, here at Dan Rather Reports with Dan Rather, we have a lot of time on our hands to write insightful stories about interesting and relevant topics. Today, I've chosen to tell you something I've learned while living in New York City. While this is neither insightful nor interesting, and probably far from relevant, you may still consider it Useful Nonsense.
-Second is Japanese food. I now know why Japanese people live so long and are so friendly: their food is utterly delicious! There's a Japanese bookstore right down the street from my office, and there happens to be a quaint little cafe on the second floor. It's rarely busy right before lunchtime (which is an oddity for New York City) and my favorite meal is always in-stock. I prefer the "chicken bento," or "bento box" to New Yorkers, but I plan on expanding my international cuisine horizons in the near future. Plus, I've become quite handy at using chopsticks. That's something I've always aspired to become proficient at. I won't mention the name of the bookstore because, frankly, I'm a little afraid of the Japanese mafia. Think of Kill Bill, only with more little Japanese men running around with katanas. But if you've never tried Japanese food before I highly recommend you find some. And eat it. You will be happier and will live longer. Maybe.
Check back tomorrow for part three of, "This better be damn good." I promise, I've saved the best for last!
Crump out. Oh, and Dan Rather. Thanks!
-Second is Japanese food. I now know why Japanese people live so long and are so friendly: their food is utterly delicious! There's a Japanese bookstore right down the street from my office, and there happens to be a quaint little cafe on the second floor. It's rarely busy right before lunchtime (which is an oddity for New York City) and my favorite meal is always in-stock. I prefer the "chicken bento," or "bento box" to New Yorkers, but I plan on expanding my international cuisine horizons in the near future. Plus, I've become quite handy at using chopsticks. That's something I've always aspired to become proficient at. I won't mention the name of the bookstore because, frankly, I'm a little afraid of the Japanese mafia. Think of Kill Bill, only with more little Japanese men running around with katanas. But if you've never tried Japanese food before I highly recommend you find some. And eat it. You will be happier and will live longer. Maybe.
Check back tomorrow for part three of, "This better be damn good." I promise, I've saved the best for last!
Crump out. Oh, and Dan Rather. Thanks!
I'm so lucky
Ok, so this has absolutely nothing to do with my award-winning series, "This better be damn good," but I need to share this anyways.
I just called a few new Singing Cadets that auditioned today to tell them they've been accepted. The joy and excitement I could hear in one voice in particular was palpable. Better yet, he was surrounded by his family and friends who were also just accepted, minutes earlier. It reminded me of my phone call, two years ago, and the excitement I felt as I was being accepted into one of Texas A&M's oldest student organizations. The pressure felt and the standards I met are still being and felt and met today. I am so lucky to be a part of such a unique organization, and I welcome anyone who thinks they can do it to join us.
So to Travis, John, Caleb, Billy and Robert, congratulations. You are joining one hell of a group. It will be well worth your time.
Crump out.
I just called a few new Singing Cadets that auditioned today to tell them they've been accepted. The joy and excitement I could hear in one voice in particular was palpable. Better yet, he was surrounded by his family and friends who were also just accepted, minutes earlier. It reminded me of my phone call, two years ago, and the excitement I felt as I was being accepted into one of Texas A&M's oldest student organizations. The pressure felt and the standards I met are still being and felt and met today. I am so lucky to be a part of such a unique organization, and I welcome anyone who thinks they can do it to join us.
So to Travis, John, Caleb, Billy and Robert, congratulations. You are joining one hell of a group. It will be well worth your time.
Crump out.
This better be damn good, Part One.
So I'm told that if I mention Dan Rather in my blog he will start reading it. I mean, I'm interning for him! Shouldn't it be like obligatory? So, Dan Rather, Dan Rather, Dan Rather, Dan Rather. You can follow Dan Rather Reports on Twitter! Just search for DanRatherReport. You can also follow me on Twitter! Search for danielwcrump. It'll be the coolest people you ever follow, and there's no danger for restraining orders!
So I'd like to tell you all about a few things I've discovered this summer in New York City in a three-part series. I'm calling it, "This better be damn good." Because it better be damn good! I've spent most of my day writing this! Enjoy.
-First is Jamba Juice. There is only one word to describe the juicy deliciousness they spit out: AMAZING! Some people drink Starbucks to get their day started, but I drink Jamba Juice! It's way healthier than coffee, gives you vitamins and minerals, and is completely all natural! It's like drinking an orchard in a 16oz Styrofoam cup. And I'm not the only one at Dan Rather Reports who considers themselves a "jamba-holic." At least half the staff, including high-up producers, need a daily Jamba fix. And if you're wondering, no, I'm not being paid by Jamba Juice to endorse their product. Although, if they decided to send me a lifetime supply of Mega Mango™ or Mango Peach Topper™ I would not complain.
Check back tomorrow for part two in my series, "This better be damn good."
Crump out.
So I'd like to tell you all about a few things I've discovered this summer in New York City in a three-part series. I'm calling it, "This better be damn good." Because it better be damn good! I've spent most of my day writing this! Enjoy.
-First is Jamba Juice. There is only one word to describe the juicy deliciousness they spit out: AMAZING! Some people drink Starbucks to get their day started, but I drink Jamba Juice! It's way healthier than coffee, gives you vitamins and minerals, and is completely all natural! It's like drinking an orchard in a 16oz Styrofoam cup. And I'm not the only one at Dan Rather Reports who considers themselves a "jamba-holic." At least half the staff, including high-up producers, need a daily Jamba fix. And if you're wondering, no, I'm not being paid by Jamba Juice to endorse their product. Although, if they decided to send me a lifetime supply of Mega Mango™ or Mango Peach Topper™ I would not complain.
Check back tomorrow for part two in my series, "This better be damn good."
Crump out.
Monday, July 27, 2009
Provocation Equals Productivity
A big thank you to my good friend Heather Itzen. She has provoked me to update my blog, but she did not want me to mention her in this blog post, so I won't. Anymore... So thank you Heather Itzen.
Work today has been very uneventful. I have no assignments to complete and am not working for any producers right now. This pattern has been going on for about a week now and honestly, it make me feel a little left out. All the other interns are working with producers on stories and I'm left to cover the phones. And watch Conan O'Brian on Hulu.
(Upon Heater Itzen's provocation) I've realized that I haven't updated my blog in about a week. I know both of you reading must be in utter suspense and peril. Rest assured, I am alive and well. But only by some divine grace. On Friday evening, Nicole, unnamed-Heather and I went out. Like, out, out. Dinner, drinks, bar, more drinks, karaoke, more drinks, less drinks (by vomiting, of course), crying, more vomiting, and then sleep. I think I'm going to lay off the alcoholic beverages for awhile.
For my first time doing karaoke, I think I was quite entertaining! Here's a rundown of the set I rocked:
Bon Jovi: Livin' on a Prayer
Queen: Bohemian Rhapsody
The B-52s: Love Shack
(As far as I remember) Love Shack brought the house down! People were up and dancing! And drunker than me! For them to be on their feet dancing to a duet of Love Shack and barely coherent meant there was some pretty mean singing going on. If you would like to book me for future gigs, please contact me ASAP. The requests are already rolling in.
If you'd like to request that I do a song at my next karaoke adventure, please leave a comment. I promise there will be a "next time." I will only be more sober. And go home with more groupies.
Crump out.
Work today has been very uneventful. I have no assignments to complete and am not working for any producers right now. This pattern has been going on for about a week now and honestly, it make me feel a little left out. All the other interns are working with producers on stories and I'm left to cover the phones. And watch Conan O'Brian on Hulu.
(Upon Heater Itzen's provocation) I've realized that I haven't updated my blog in about a week. I know both of you reading must be in utter suspense and peril. Rest assured, I am alive and well. But only by some divine grace. On Friday evening, Nicole, unnamed-Heather and I went out. Like, out, out. Dinner, drinks, bar, more drinks, karaoke, more drinks, less drinks (by vomiting, of course), crying, more vomiting, and then sleep. I think I'm going to lay off the alcoholic beverages for awhile.
For my first time doing karaoke, I think I was quite entertaining! Here's a rundown of the set I rocked:
Bon Jovi: Livin' on a Prayer
Queen: Bohemian Rhapsody
The B-52s: Love Shack
(As far as I remember) Love Shack brought the house down! People were up and dancing! And drunker than me! For them to be on their feet dancing to a duet of Love Shack and barely coherent meant there was some pretty mean singing going on. If you would like to book me for future gigs, please contact me ASAP. The requests are already rolling in.
If you'd like to request that I do a song at my next karaoke adventure, please leave a comment. I promise there will be a "next time." I will only be more sober. And go home with more groupies.
Crump out.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
I deserved it.
Dear Heather Itzen,
I'm sorry. You were never meant to step in a pot hole or fall into a subway track or be reduced to a gelatinous mound of human flesh. You wear pink quite beautifully, and if you had worn a black sweater vest today we would be virtual twins. Twins that can read each other's minds and seduce men. Well, you can seduce men. I will probably end up doing it because of the closet of Express I own. I basically am made out of Express clothing. So you could say I'm in the closet. Can we be friends again now? I'll buy you another bottle of wine!
Hoping you'll push me in a pothole and aid in my mugging by a smelly homeless man,
Daniel "Fat Kid" Crump
I'm sorry. You were never meant to step in a pot hole or fall into a subway track or be reduced to a gelatinous mound of human flesh. You wear pink quite beautifully, and if you had worn a black sweater vest today we would be virtual twins. Twins that can read each other's minds and seduce men. Well, you can seduce men. I will probably end up doing it because of the closet of Express I own. I basically am made out of Express clothing. So you could say I'm in the closet. Can we be friends again now? I'll buy you another bottle of wine!
Hoping you'll push me in a pothole and aid in my mugging by a smelly homeless man,
Daniel "Fat Kid" Crump
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
My memory returned!
So earlier, my thoughts had escaped me. But as I oftentimes refer to my brain like a relentless pack of prison bloodhounds, I have tracked down and remembered what I wanted to share with both of you.
So, recently I've rediscovered Pandora internet radio. I have an application on my iFaux just for Pandora, but I've never really used it. Well, after taking advantage of my office's exemplary Wi-Fi I've been rocking out to my Aerosmith channel all day long! It probably is the BEST channel for Pandora. I've heard AC/DC, Queen, Def Leopard, The Beatles, and of course Aerosmith. Now I'm thinking about adding a Michael Jackson channel. TeeHeehee.
In other news, Dan Rather told me today to never marry a stripper because she might strangle me in my sleep. That man is so full of knowledge.
Check back later today for select picture from New York City. Facebook is being so un-book with posting photos. So I'll just post some here!
Crump out.
So, recently I've rediscovered Pandora internet radio. I have an application on my iFaux just for Pandora, but I've never really used it. Well, after taking advantage of my office's exemplary Wi-Fi I've been rocking out to my Aerosmith channel all day long! It probably is the BEST channel for Pandora. I've heard AC/DC, Queen, Def Leopard, The Beatles, and of course Aerosmith. Now I'm thinking about adding a Michael Jackson channel. TeeHeehee.
In other news, Dan Rather told me today to never marry a stripper because she might strangle me in my sleep. That man is so full of knowledge.
Check back later today for select picture from New York City. Facebook is being so un-book with posting photos. So I'll just post some here!
Crump out.
Case of the Mondays
So my attempt to solicit votes to update my blog failed. Like, epically failed. Only two people voted to see an update. So, thank you to both my readers. I'm surprised you're still hanging in there.
On a related note, I did have a Facebook status update elicit 35 comments. That has to be a record for a non-argumentative stream of status comments. So thank you to the six that made that happen.
At work today, I've had the pleasure of running an errand for Dan Rather! That's sooo an assistant-level duty, but it was bequeathed upon the lowly interns. I, being the upstarting young male WASP, eagerly took the job. I had to deliver a "package" to a "trust company" at "Rockefeller Center." The journey was fun, but waiting in the enormous lobby of 630 Fifth Ave was even funner. Seeing the blend of modernist and art-deco architecture inspired me. I'm going to work there one day. And be in your television sets. And your minds.
Something else was on my mind that I felt like sharing here to both of you, but alas; I have forgotten. Maybe I'll remember and post it later. Thanks & gig'em.
I'm Daniel Crump, been Crumpin it since '88.
On a related note, I did have a Facebook status update elicit 35 comments. That has to be a record for a non-argumentative stream of status comments. So thank you to the six that made that happen.
At work today, I've had the pleasure of running an errand for Dan Rather! That's sooo an assistant-level duty, but it was bequeathed upon the lowly interns. I, being the upstarting young male WASP, eagerly took the job. I had to deliver a "package" to a "trust company" at "Rockefeller Center." The journey was fun, but waiting in the enormous lobby of 630 Fifth Ave was even funner. Seeing the blend of modernist and art-deco architecture inspired me. I'm going to work there one day. And be in your television sets. And your minds.
Something else was on my mind that I felt like sharing here to both of you, but alas; I have forgotten. Maybe I'll remember and post it later. Thanks & gig'em.
I'm Daniel Crump, been Crumpin it since '88.
Saturday, July 4, 2009
Like a scene from a movie. Or the Bible.
Note to self: next time, bring a helicopter.
Celebrating the 4th of July in New York City is a bit like getting a rectal exam at a teaching hospital: it's always more crowded than you'd like it to be, everyone in the room gets to touch you, and your butt hurts afterward. I hear ecstasy makes both rather enjoyable, though. Dan Rather enjoyable.
The evening started off with Heather, Nicole and me going to Tortilla Flats, a John Steinbeck-inspired restaurant. Just kidding, it was tex-mex. But I guess it was more like new-tex-mex. Anyways, while there the drinks were flowing and the salsa was running and the three of us were feeling rather good. Dan Rather good.
Then, all shit broke loose. To make a log story short, I was told, "Fuck you!" and said, "OK!" and almost got arrested for throwing quarters. Keep your change, kids. It adds up.
So Heather and I watched the Macy's fireworks from the highway. Yes, the highway. The NYPD closed it for like two hours for the fireworks. And aftermath. The fireworks show put on by Macy's was the largest I've ever seen in my entire life. Six barges in the Hudson River shot fireworks into the sky, over 20 city blocks. Our vantage point was just right so that we could see all six barges. Truly spectacular.
But probably the most spectacular sight of the whole night was seeing the mass-exodus of people. Thousands of people flooded, literally flooded, every street in the mid-town area. Picture the movie "I Am Legend" when everyone and their infected mom were trying to escape Manhattan island. Only less terror and more zombies. Wait...
Heather and I survived (eventually) and made it home. The subway ride sure was fun. I rather like standing in extremely close proximity to sweaty strangers who may or may not be harboring the hantavirus and just had explosive diarrhea. Dan Rather like.
But that's New York City for you.
The bad news out of all of this is I forgot my camera. So you're just going to have to use your imagination. Shouldn't be too hard with the ecstasy.
And I'd told my Bluebonnet Award is in the mail.
Crump out.
Celebrating the 4th of July in New York City is a bit like getting a rectal exam at a teaching hospital: it's always more crowded than you'd like it to be, everyone in the room gets to touch you, and your butt hurts afterward. I hear ecstasy makes both rather enjoyable, though. Dan Rather enjoyable.
The evening started off with Heather, Nicole and me going to Tortilla Flats, a John Steinbeck-inspired restaurant. Just kidding, it was tex-mex. But I guess it was more like new-tex-mex. Anyways, while there the drinks were flowing and the salsa was running and the three of us were feeling rather good. Dan Rather good.
Then, all shit broke loose. To make a log story short, I was told, "Fuck you!" and said, "OK!" and almost got arrested for throwing quarters. Keep your change, kids. It adds up.
So Heather and I watched the Macy's fireworks from the highway. Yes, the highway. The NYPD closed it for like two hours for the fireworks. And aftermath. The fireworks show put on by Macy's was the largest I've ever seen in my entire life. Six barges in the Hudson River shot fireworks into the sky, over 20 city blocks. Our vantage point was just right so that we could see all six barges. Truly spectacular.
But probably the most spectacular sight of the whole night was seeing the mass-exodus of people. Thousands of people flooded, literally flooded, every street in the mid-town area. Picture the movie "I Am Legend" when everyone and their infected mom were trying to escape Manhattan island. Only less terror and more zombies. Wait...
Heather and I survived (eventually) and made it home. The subway ride sure was fun. I rather like standing in extremely close proximity to sweaty strangers who may or may not be harboring the hantavirus and just had explosive diarrhea. Dan Rather like.
But that's New York City for you.
The bad news out of all of this is I forgot my camera. So you're just going to have to use your imagination. Shouldn't be too hard with the ecstasy.
And I'd told my Bluebonnet Award is in the mail.
Crump out.
Happy Birthday!
America! On America's birthday, the Texas interns are spending a beautiful evening in New York City. The weather is lovely and the fireworks are said to be the best in years. Check back tomorrow (or some later date) for pictures.
Also, I'd like to thank my readers for making my blog a phenomenal success. I've been nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, a Nobel Peace Prize, and a Bluebonnet Award. So, to both of you, thank you.
Crump out.
Also, I'd like to thank my readers for making my blog a phenomenal success. I've been nominated for a Pulitzer Prize, a Nobel Peace Prize, and a Bluebonnet Award. So, to both of you, thank you.
Crump out.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Oh yea, this little blog thingy is still here!
So I completely forgot I had my own blog. Silly me. Why don't I fill you in on what's been happening!
I'm living in New York City for the summer. I'm working at an internship for Dan Rather Reports, a weekly news-magazine on HDNet. To get HDNet, call your local cable or satellite provider. I'm one of five interns; three of which are from Texas and two are native to the area. I'm living in a lavish 5th Ave apartment that must cost billions of dollars, but it's free for me and the other Aggie intern. Book, right!
Side note: ever since the predictive text on my cell phone thought I wanted to say "book" when I really wanted to say "cool," I've been saying "book" instead. I think it just sounds...booker!
Back to what's important. NYC is like, one of the bookest cities in the world. And in the summertime the climate is perfect. I feel bad for my friends and family back in Texas, where record high temperatures have been set everyday. Their lows are our highs! Though I'm told the weather will soon change and the heat will come. But I'm ready!
So today there's a gay pride parade outside my apartment. It spans the entire length of 5th ave! It's crazy. I haven't seen this many gay people in the streets of New York since the Stonewall riots. Oh wait...
I'd post pictures of today's festivities but the internet in my lavish 5th ave apartment sucks. Oh well. Use your imagination.
Well, that's all for now. Check back daily, no hourly, no minutely for updates.
I'm living in New York City for the summer. I'm working at an internship for Dan Rather Reports, a weekly news-magazine on HDNet. To get HDNet, call your local cable or satellite provider. I'm one of five interns; three of which are from Texas and two are native to the area. I'm living in a lavish 5th Ave apartment that must cost billions of dollars, but it's free for me and the other Aggie intern. Book, right!
Side note: ever since the predictive text on my cell phone thought I wanted to say "book" when I really wanted to say "cool," I've been saying "book" instead. I think it just sounds...booker!
Back to what's important. NYC is like, one of the bookest cities in the world. And in the summertime the climate is perfect. I feel bad for my friends and family back in Texas, where record high temperatures have been set everyday. Their lows are our highs! Though I'm told the weather will soon change and the heat will come. But I'm ready!
So today there's a gay pride parade outside my apartment. It spans the entire length of 5th ave! It's crazy. I haven't seen this many gay people in the streets of New York since the Stonewall riots. Oh wait...
I'd post pictures of today's festivities but the internet in my lavish 5th ave apartment sucks. Oh well. Use your imagination.
Well, that's all for now. Check back daily, no hourly, no minutely for updates.
Saturday, January 24, 2009
New Year, Old Habits
You know the saying, "you don't know what you have until it's gone?" It's quite an accurate little quip.
From now on I do not intend to use this blog to talk about my personal life. Frankly, it's none of your business. No one but me deserves to know what my heart feels. So take that, bitches.
With that off my chest, I'd like to officially announce the debut of my podcast, "Beat @ the Batt" premiering next Tuesday. The format is very loose. Jason Staggs and I host the show and we are looking forward to going live! The podcast will be available on thebatt.com and ready for download and streaming via RSS subscription. It's completely free and ready for your iPod! So check thebatt.com on Tuesday and subscribe!
In the future, this blog will be used for the following:
Satire
Stories
Jokes
Shameless Self-Promotion
Venting
If you're coming here looking for something else, I suggest you go elsewhere.
So to all my fans, thank you for sticking around. To all my enemies, you're closer to me than my friends! Ha. Bye.
From now on I do not intend to use this blog to talk about my personal life. Frankly, it's none of your business. No one but me deserves to know what my heart feels. So take that, bitches.
With that off my chest, I'd like to officially announce the debut of my podcast, "Beat @ the Batt" premiering next Tuesday. The format is very loose. Jason Staggs and I host the show and we are looking forward to going live! The podcast will be available on thebatt.com and ready for download and streaming via RSS subscription. It's completely free and ready for your iPod! So check thebatt.com on Tuesday and subscribe!
In the future, this blog will be used for the following:
Satire
Stories
Jokes
Shameless Self-Promotion
Venting
If you're coming here looking for something else, I suggest you go elsewhere.
So to all my fans, thank you for sticking around. To all my enemies, you're closer to me than my friends! Ha. Bye.
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