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Friday, February 2
Happy Groundhog Day!
Now remind me again: what happens if the groundhog goes nuts from all the attention, breaks away from its keepers and goes on a drug-and-violence-filled crime spree through the streets of Manhattan? Does that mean I can pack away my earmuffs sooner?
posted at 11:16 PM by Timothy J. Gibbons | link
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Wednesday, January 31
Dang it, I didn't get any invitations.
I noticed the date last night before going to bed and realized that it was the anniversary both of the day Rome made peace with the Vandals and of the signing of the Treaty of Westphalia. (OK, I actually only knew it was the first one; I found out the second when I checked one of those day in history sites. It also, by the by, was the day that Charles I, in 1628, called his third Parliament, and then, in 1647, was deposed and, in 1649, beheaded.)
Anyway, I expected there to be parties -- to be singing and dancing. Why wasn't I invited?
posted at 5:46 PM by Timothy J. Gibbons | link
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That was my head!
While entering the final commercial on last night's Daily Show, a camera swung over the audience -- and if you look really, really closely (I recommend a VCR with a slow-motion function) you can see, for a second or two, the top of my head sitting in the audience. (Well, all of me was sitting in the audience -- it's not like I gave the top of my head the night off or anything. That's just the only thing you can see.)
That was the first time I've been to a live taping of, well, pretty much anything, and it was a blast. The studio is much smaller than I'd expected; the group I was with -- a dozen Columbia students -- were sitting just a few yards from Jon Stewart's anchor desk. And Stewart was even funnier in his interaction with the audience than he is on the show.
Now, all I have to figure out is this: should I put "featured on Comedy Central's Daily Show" under education or employment on my resume?
posted at 4:53 PM by Timothy J. Gibbons | link
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Monday, January 29
So I'm sitting in a Laundromat yesterday afternoon, idly reading the notices on the wall while waiting for the pen I left in the wash to coat my clothes with ink. Along with the de rigueur notices posted in any warm, sitable place in New York -- "Lounge is for customer use only"; "Coin changer for customer use only"; "No loitering" -- was a new one: "Television for customer use only."
Now, is that really necessary? I mean, I can see them not wanting non-customers hanging out; the room is the size of a cramped closet. But the lounge limitations take care of freeloading loiterers, causing me to wonder who the television sign is aimed at. Lip readers walking by? Runny-nosed orphans with their faces pressed to the glass hoping for a glimpse of Must-See TV? Next-door neighbors with their ears glued to the wall praying for the volume to be turned up?
I'm amazed that this is a problem.
posted at 7:03 PM by Timothy J. Gibbons | link
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