Okay, what do you even say to this?
For those of you not in the know, Princeton has announced it's going to shut down its ESP research facility. So, I figured it would be a fun an interesting piece. I just called a psychic here and she refused to talk to me. Here's the end of my conversation with this psychic:
Her: "How do I know you're from the CBC?"
Me: "..."
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Saturday, February 10, 2007
If your time is important to you, skip this
Hello all and welcome once again to the amazingly useless, time-eating, life-deadening words of another Phil post.
Too melodramatic? Sorry. I have this flu, see, and it's living in my neck. In my throat, actually, and I think it's taken to throwing darts at the once mushy pink walls - now inflamed fire-engine red walls - of its new home. Little bugger.
It's hard to be positive when your nights are filled with thoughts of ripping your own windpipe out with your bare hands just for some relief and hopefully the onset of sleep. The days are filled with thoughts of the sleep I ain't getting at night.
But I digress. It's my flu to kill, and I think I'm going about it the right way - I'm soothing it to sleep with tea, then hoping the penicillin makes it's way to my neck and does the dirty work, bashing that fucker's head in with something blunt and heavy that says "Medical Miracle At Work, Bitch!"
Oh, and the Post is good.
Too melodramatic? Sorry. I have this flu, see, and it's living in my neck. In my throat, actually, and I think it's taken to throwing darts at the once mushy pink walls - now inflamed fire-engine red walls - of its new home. Little bugger.
It's hard to be positive when your nights are filled with thoughts of ripping your own windpipe out with your bare hands just for some relief and hopefully the onset of sleep. The days are filled with thoughts of the sleep I ain't getting at night.
But I digress. It's my flu to kill, and I think I'm going about it the right way - I'm soothing it to sleep with tea, then hoping the penicillin makes it's way to my neck and does the dirty work, bashing that fucker's head in with something blunt and heavy that says "Medical Miracle At Work, Bitch!"
Oh, and the Post is good.
Thursday, February 8, 2007
Wednesday, February 7, 2007
Job offers and sex
Yeah, I'd really appreciate it if we got sent job offers AFTER the placement is over. Plus, there's been a few and they're all communications, not journalism of course (not that there's anything wrong with that ) But I wonder if Lindy feels bad sending us all these cc jobs when she's in charge of teaching journalism, a profession that seems to be going the way of the dinosaur. ANYWAYS, on another topic entirely, well, almost, you should all check out Eye's Love and Sex Guide that comes out this Thursday. If all goes well, I'll have two short articles in there-one about a church-going escort, the other a tribute to a stripclub. no joke.
UPDATE
We don't fail...we get an A.
BTW, where is Josh? Apparently he scored a government job recently. Am I out of the loop?
BTW, where is Josh? Apparently he scored a government job recently. Am I out of the loop?
Why does she do that?!?!?
Everyone see the recent job posting for PR at the Cdn Cancer Society? With the crazy salary attached to it?! I feel tempted to go back to the administrative dark side and work in PR! I love this magazine but it so hard to break into a magazine job and the pay...well, it won't be pushing $50,000, that's for sure!
Anyway, does anyone know if we officially FAIL the internship if we get a journalistic/PR job and have to leave the placement?
Just wondering....and dreaming of the trips I could take with a $50,000 job.
Anyway, does anyone know if we officially FAIL the internship if we get a journalistic/PR job and have to leave the placement?
Just wondering....and dreaming of the trips I could take with a $50,000 job.
Thursday, February 1, 2007
Groundhog
Here's some fascinating Groundhog Day history for you all:
The newest Wiarton Willie died last summer, concluding a violent time in office. This same Willy killed two of his would-be sucessors in 2003.
The town of Wiarton held an absolutely retarded memorial service, which included a song written, approriately enough, by someone with the unfortunate name of Sheila Balls.
The previous Willie kicked the bucket in 1999, two days before Groundhog Day. So what did the resourceful residents of Wiarton do? In a moment of Weekend At Bernie's-ish ghoulishness, they trotted out his casket and opened it up to see if his shadow was visible. Then, adding to the country-fried hick foolishness of it all, it later turned out that the corpse was a fake; the real Willie was too decomposed to make a public appearance.
Who knew this day had so much salacious history to it?
The newest Wiarton Willie died last summer, concluding a violent time in office. This same Willy killed two of his would-be sucessors in 2003.
The town of Wiarton held an absolutely retarded memorial service, which included a song written, approriately enough, by someone with the unfortunate name of Sheila Balls.
The previous Willie kicked the bucket in 1999, two days before Groundhog Day. So what did the resourceful residents of Wiarton do? In a moment of Weekend At Bernie's-ish ghoulishness, they trotted out his casket and opened it up to see if his shadow was visible. Then, adding to the country-fried hick foolishness of it all, it later turned out that the corpse was a fake; the real Willie was too decomposed to make a public appearance.
Who knew this day had so much salacious history to it?
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