Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Well, there's a story behind that ...
When my oldest son was six, we played games in the car because it's hard to find a radio station that placates both of us. One of the games we play is The Story Game.
The Story Game goes like this: pick a genre like funny, scary, or his favorite, gross. Then you make up a story. When you're done, the next person tells his story, then you vote on whose story was best.
He always won.
One day, every story my son told ended with the protagonist covered in poop. He'd fall in poop. He'd have poop thrown at him. Or, he'd go to Poopzzi Hut and order a poop pizza and a glass of Poopsi.
After about four of these stories, I stopped him.
"Son," I said. "Why do all of your stories end up in poop?"
He thought for a second.
"Because," he said seriously. "Poop's funny."
You know, he's right.
Thursday, December 08, 2005
This is my blog, and welcome to it.
In the coming months until the giant alien cockroach lords take over, this blog will feature my random thoughts, theories, ways to battle giant cockroaches on a budget, and the occasional praise of Chicken in a Biscuit. Alien cockroach lords hate Chicken in a Biscuit.
I've recently changed careers, and by recently I mean four months ago. Since my first career as a journalist lasted longer than the Ming Dynasty, four months is nothin'. I'm now teaching journalism at Northwest Missouri State University in Maryville, Mo.
Changing careers is something I'd struggled with for years, and I now realize that a lot of people are "career numbed" like I was. So, if you're frustrated at work and don't know why, you may need a new job. Mr. CEO, how would you feel with the title “sandwich artist?”
You may need a career change if:
= You spend most of the day in the fetal position weeping.
= You encounter a co-worker in public and either: a) pretend like you don't see them, b) act like you're talking to someone on your cell phone, or c) push them to the ground and kick them until they stop screaming.
= To you, the word "proactive" means drinking in a bar all Tuesday afternoon.
= Your dreams about work involve explosions and giant alien cockroaches.
= You only "think outside the box" when the hot chick at work is out there naked.
= Monster.com is your home page.
= Your Zoloft prescription is more vital to your daily wellbeing than food.
= You think of work at inappropriate times, like on a date, or while you're at work.
= You view the photocopier as a nemesis greater than Lex Luthor.
= The "no guns allowed in this building" poster next to the employee entrance makes you giggle.