It's coming....

NaBloPoMo

Begins tomorrow.

Tales from the Bus: Skunked

Today, while getting on the bus, something strange was in the air.

It smelled as though a skunk sprayed the doorway of the bus.

I have no idea how this could have happened. It was a horribly strong skunk smell in the doorway and then not too bad throughout the bus. This was confusing.

At every single stop, someone got on, wrinkled their nose, and said, "It smells like a skunk in here."

Many people also wondered aloud what could possibly have happened to cause the smell. Was there a skunk in someone's backpack? Was there a skunk running around in the bus? Why does the bus smell like a skunk? What is the evolutionary purpose of a skunk, anyway? What does a skunk look like in real life -- does it resemble a ferret? (Note: How someone has not seen at least a picture of a skunk is beyond me.) Does a skunk dislike its own smell? It's so cool -- they have things that dinosaurs poop out. (Note: the dinosaur comment did not seem related to the skunk, but perhaps I heard the comment out of context.)

The smell was uniting -- people were speaking to each other who didn't seem to know each other, which is unusual for the bus. It was 8:30 in the morning, and the skunk had given everyone a harsh wake up call on a beautiful morning.

Bad Haiku Friday: CATS

UK Basketball
Tonight Starts the New Season
C-A-T-S CATS!

Twitterpated.

For a class project my pedagogy class is working, we met with a man who does corporate communications for Google. In fact, he was one of the first 100 people hired by Google. Aside from having a big brain, the man was very nice and knowledgeable.

And he convinced me to join Twitter.

He talked over and over again about the impending importance of Twitter. I have been holding out. I had been reluctant to join.

I broke down. I figured, if I might need to know how to use it one day as a journalism professor, I better just get used to it now.

So I'm Twitter-ed. If you, feel free to follow me at staciemei

Regularly schedule programming

OK, kids, I apologize for being out of touch for the last couple of weeks. My mom chided me for not updating my blog in "forever" yesterday, so I figured that I should at least post SOMETHING!

I am currently under the workings of a huge project. I am organizing at least 6500 pieces of paper. It is no small task. It is a busy semester.

Hopefully I am now into the groove and able to begin adding some blog posts back into the mix. Thanks for your patience! :)

BIG news

Brother has left Iraq for the end of his tour!!!!!

We are currently waiting patiently for him to also get out of Kuwait, where he is now.

Naked Boys Singing

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Naked Boys Singing
The best play I never saw
But this guy: Priceless

(Among the things we were going to do in NYC was finding the Naked Cowboy. We never found the Naked Cowboy. However. Before we went, we heard about a little play called Naked Boys Singing. We tried and we tried to convince my mom to see it with us. She REFUSED! We did, though, find this lovely guy in Times Square, where he stood promoting the show. He probably thought we were nuts because we were entirely too excited to meet him and take our picture with him.)

For more Bad Haiku Friday, check out Laura's page, with a compilation of others playing along.