the thoughts and experiences of Heather Meadows
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I discovered a new fear yesterday.
It’s kind of a funny story, really. Fichtel remarked to me that after that day, the new female evening anchor wouldn’t be available for photos with the rest of the team, so if I wanted to get some shots I should run down there right after the 6 o’clock show. He added that the sports director had to leave right away, so I’d have to be quick. I thanked Fichtel for letting me know and put my camera on my desk so I’d remember.
Right before the show started, I got a call from the 6 o’clock producer. “[Male evening anchor] wants you and [my boss] in the studio during the first break,” he said.
“…what for?”
“He just wants you down there.”
Now, it did occur to me that it could be for pictures. But the entire team wouldn’t be down there at that time; it would just be the two anchors. And what would we need my boss for? I started to freak out. Surely the anchors weren’t going to talk about the website or something and try to put me on the show!
Frantically, I checked the script. I didn’t see anything in the second block about the website. But it just seemed too weird. I went to my boss’ office to see if she knew anything.
“Do you know why [male anchor] wants us during the first break?”
“What?”
It turned out that she knew nothing about it. I told her what the 6 o’clock producer had said to me. She turned to give the male anchor a questioning look–one wall of her office is a window into the studio.
Apparently we were rolling video at the time because he started gesturing to explain what he meant. He pointed to either side of himself.
Horrorstruck, I thought he meant for us to sit at the desk next to him, and I blurted out, “I’m not going on air!” I’m pretty sure my voice was shaking.
Finally he mimed taking a picture with a camera. I almost died with relief. And so I went down there during the first break and got a few two-shots of the anchors.
But it doesn’t end there!
Right after the show, the 6 o’clock producer stopped by my office. “[Male anchor] wants you in the studio,” he said.
“Are you sure?” I asked, feeling my nerves start to thrum again.
“Yes, he just told me.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know, he just wants you.”
I’m pretty sure this lack of information egged on my paranoia. I mean, the show was over, so obviously I couldn’t be on it now. But didn’t the sports director have to leave? Surely it wasn’t about pictures again.
I was headed down the hall without my camera when I saw the 6 o’clock producer stop the sports director on his way out. “[Male anchor] wants you back down there,” he said.
The sports director looked at me. “What is this for? I have to go.”
I said “I don’t know” in a voice that sounded like I was having a panic attack. Then I turned around and ran into my office to grab the camera.
And yes, it was for pictures again. This time it was to get the four-shot with the sports director and the chief meteorologist.
The reason they wanted my boss there was to approve the photos. Apparently there had been a previous photo shoot in which none of the photos had been acceptable, and they’d had to call everyone back in to do them over, so the anchors wanted to avoid that entirely. That had happened with someone else taking the pictures, though; my boss didn’t even look at mine :>
I managed to take some pictures from two different angles. All but two of them turned out fairly decent. As I headed back to my office, though, I was still trying to calm down.
So I guess I’m more afraid of being on live TV than I thought. Though I’m sure having no idea what was going on and worrying that I would have “perform” in public had something to do with it.
So, Agasa-hakase and Haibara make up a code to lead the Detective Boys to a treasure, and even Conan can’t figure it out. He’s sitting there in the tent at their campsite staring at the code. The others, who’ve given up long before, are impatient for him to give up too so the professor will just explain the code and show them the treasure.
And Mitsuhiko says, “Things like this happen once in awhile,” and then he absolutely cackles.
Hands down one of the funniest things evar.
In fact, it’s so funny, I made a wav of it for you. Enjoy!
Edit: Okay, I couldn’t stand it anymore…I had to make a wav of just the laugh. Perfect for infinite loop. Here you go.
Japan officials warned over Wikipedia
A Japanese bureaucrat has been reprimanded for shirking his duties to make hundreds of Wikipedia contributions about toy robots, officials said Friday.
The agriculture ministry said the bureaucrat, whose name was not released, contributed 260 times to the Japanese-language Wikipedia entry on Gundam, a popular, long-running animated series about giant robots that has spun off intricate toys popular among children and adults who belong to the so-called “otaku culture” of fascination with comic books, animation and robots.
“The agriculture ministry is not in charge of Gundam,” ministry official Tsutomu Shimomura said.
The agriculture ministry verbally reprimanded five other bureaucrats who contributed to entries on movies, typographical mistakes in billboard signs and local politics. The six employees together made 408 entries on the popular Internet encyclopedia from ministry computers since 2003.
The ministry did not object to employees making limited contributions on World Trade Organization and free trade agreements.
It always takes me awhile to get through one of Geoffrey Chaucer’s posts, because, you know, I don’t speak Old English, generally. So when I saw he had a new post up I refrained from reading it, saving it until I had the time to really hunker down.
Today, however, I accidentally loaded the post. As I was going for Bloglines’ “keep as new” button, I glanced down to what seemed from the fact that it was all uppercase to be a particularly emotional sentence…and I saw:
STOP YOUR SCLAUNDRES OF BRITNEY!
Yes. Yes! Chaucer, I love you.
(And I admit it: I love Chris Crocker, too. That video has brought such delight to my life. After all she’s been through!)
My Boss: Hey, I like your hair! What’d you do differently?
Me: I took a bath, then slept on it.
“I’m ready for something new and exciting in my life,” I said, posing dramatically. “And you have to help me.”
“Go to bed,” Sean replied.
Well…fair enough.
Dropping something may have saved Joy Horton’s life. The 73-year-old woman was preparing some food in her western New York home on Monday morning when she dropped a spoon on the floor of her kitchen. When she bent down, her house exploded.
If you’re curious about why this happened, you’ll be disappointed, as they’re still looking into it. But here’s the rest of the story anyway.
Snape: Now this is a story all about how my life got flipped, turned upside down and I’d like to take a minute, just sit right there, and tell you how I became the half-blood Prince of a school called H-warts. In Spinner’s End born and raised, in the playground is where I spent most of my days, chillin’ out, maxin’, relaxin’ out cool, shootin’ some quaffles outside of the school.
This and much more awaits in this parody of the final Harry Potter book. Those of you who have finished reading, check it out! It’s a hoot.
Last night I had a funny dream and a very vivid one.
In the first dream, I dreamed that a guy I deal with a lot in the Chicago corporate office, Mike, had sent me an email to tell me that I was annoying. Then, in the dream, I “woke up”, and I told Mike about that dream. And he said, “Well, that’s kind of true.”
(I emailed Mike to tell him about the dream today and he thought it was hilarious. And, for the record, he said it wasn’t true at all ;>)
In the other dream, Sean and I were with my family and some other people outside when all of a sudden a big cloud of gray and yellow dust started moving towards us. As we looked at it, we saw what appeared to be little birds riding on top of things three times their size, but as they drew closer we realized they were actually large bees carrying huge white and yellow flowers.
I ran for my camera, but couldn’t find it.
The bees didn’t seem to care about us at first, but for some reason as time went on they became hostile, and at that point I noticed their five inch stingers. One of them stabbed Mom in the behind as she was fleeing indoors, the long, thin, needle-like stinger going all the way in.
“Did it hurt?” I asked her.
“Not really,” she grimaced.
I thought we should just leave the bees alone, but many people started to go for the bug spray. Four-year-old Logan grabbed some and started spraying it around, then lost his balance and almost fell off the table he was standing on. I and someone else grabbed him and sat him down.
“Do you know why we’re mad at you?” I asked him, because I wanted him to understand that there might not always be someone to catch him when he fell, and he needed to be more careful.
“Yes,” said someone else, answering for him, which was annoying. I’m not sure who it was…it didn’t seem like Mom or Faye, so maybe it was just a character interjected into the dream to represent bad parents, even though Logan actually has very good parents.
Later I was headed off somewhere and I was a little paranoid that the bees would sting me, so I hurried, and then I heard Mom behind me saying “They’re going after Faye–er, Heather.” (She will sometimes go through a whole list of names before finding the person she’s talking about ;> I’ve been called Bev, Carol, Sally, Faye, and Amanda many times.) Regardless, somehow, I managed not to get stung.
This dream, of course, partially reflects my experience every day when I leave the apartment and have to walk through a horde of wasps and hornets. Occasionally I think about calling management to have pest control come out, but they’ve never stung me, and it’s only nerve-wracking for those few seconds while I walk to my car, so usually I decide not to worry about it.
(This morning they were even crazier than usual, actually running into walls. Is it mating season? Still didn’t get stung, though.)
At some point during the dream about the bees, I remember meeting a nice older couple who were talking with Sean about his wedding ring. He apparently needed to have it fixed (although I have no idea what could possibly go wrong with a plain white gold band), but due to various tax and political family issues, he didn’t want to have it done in Augusta. The couple was recommending he send it to Kentucky and then we could pick it up at Christmas.
“Oh, and while you’re there, you should meet the so-and-sos,” the woman said. “I know you’ll like them!”
To my great surprise, Sean was not only thoroughly enjoying the conversation with the couple we barely knew, but also seemed eager to meet their friends in Kentucky.
And that’s about it for last night’s dreams :>
Can’t wait until September! And hopefully we’ll be able to buy it on DVD.
The mashup at the beginning is fabulous. (I also love how Spade knows and employs words like “mashup”!)
Here’s Travon’s Halloween costume.
Near as I can tell, he’s a voodoo Indian 1970’s cop-pimp doctor.
I called in and recorded this at 9:30 or so this morning, and it’s only now being posted. Hilarious!
Anyway, this is a song I learned when I was younger. I believe I learned this from my music teacher, Mr. Nichols. I can see the classroom in my head, and imagine the teacher striding between the desks singing this song, but I’m not positive about the teacher’s name. I had a music teacher named Mr. Nichols at one point…but he may not be the right one.
Regardless, I will always remember this song, because it’s awesome. It was one of the things I was singing to myself this morning, and I thought I’d share :)
Put another log on the fireCook me up some bacon and some beansGo out to the car and jack it up and change the tireThen come tell me why you’re leaving me.