Getting My Hair Sheared

Well, hello once again. There's not too much again except the greatness known as summer heat and sweating off all the Coke I just drank.

As some of you may know, I got my hair cut Saturday at the wonderfulness known as Fantastic Sam's. You may now start laughing. I couldn't think of anywhere else to do that so on my way to the greatness known as Kittanning. To say it got sheared would be an understatement. When I come in, the lady that cut my hair first says, "You sure have an awful lot of hair." Which I respond with, "Everybody says that." So, what I liked here was that she was very soft-spoken and always called me by name, which is Greg by the way, if you didn't know haha. She asked why I came back here and I told her I was coming back to visit the folks. Getting my hair is usually surprsingly enjoyable, even though I only get it cut every 6-10 weeks or so. Sometimes growing it long it not too shabby.

I also got a round of golf in with the G this weekend which involved losing by 6 shots and finding out how incredibly great my short game. Of course the highlight would include a long downhill putt off the green that went in for a rare birdie on the Twin Lakes par 3 extravaganza. Excellent. I did shoot a 41, which is not a terrible score for me. Considering about two years ago, I shot in the 50s, I feel the improvement is there as well as the hotness from summer. HAHA I wonder how many hot jokes I can make without people getting either pukey or annoyed. I probably already reached that limit.

Watching some of "The Office" from season 2. Pretty good stuff. I was excited. Jen gave me her new cell phone number out of Missouri. EPIC!

That's it for now. Today's Monday, if you didn't know. That means I'm expecting just an assemblance of crap over the next few days. HUGE.

Stop Drawing On The Sidewalk

So in a special update from Kittanning, which basically means that this update is coming from a slightly newer Dell and I'm typing from a climate that is slightly cooler since the computer is in the basement.

So while driving back here, I discovered that everyone has decided to draw on the sidewalks and in Ridgway's case, tear them up right in front of my apartment. The sidewalks have lots of weird markings that I have no idea what they mean. Then driving home, I saw the weird chalk markings continue. Oh yes, in college this was a daily and sometimes nauseating experience, walking to a class that I already didn't want to go to and seeing a "Vote for insert name party." Sometimes the chalk drawings were actually meaningful and funny and silly, but a lot of time they were kind of a waste. Thankfully, the sidewalks were snow-covered most of winter so I didn't have to worry about it all the time.

I should also note that Slippery Rock did a streetlight project while I was going to school there which made Main Street more of a bear than it already is. It made the town more retro and cool I guess and that's what the Rway is looking for.

I can't really think of anything else, so until next time don't overheat and look for "Gaydar" online!

You Take The Morning, I'll Take The Night

Yes, as you can tell, everybody loves mornings. Unfortunately, cursed with the genetics of stumbling through the morning like a zombie, I got to do it again this week. People are generally more cranky in the mornings and more likely to roar like a lionabout the slightest things going wrong with varying levels of anger, not limited to punding a keyboard, slamming a phone, massive levels of profanity and staring at a wall for an hour. This week I had to answer the phone and Tuesday I was there with the full house of editorial which was quite shocking considering my theory of "If I don't have to deal with people in the morning, I don't have to be cranky." Usually no one talks much in the morning (good) and at least I seem to get out of the Friday morning arrangement. That's pretty awesome. Next week K comes back and I get back to staying up half the night and sleeping till noon. That's the college way of life! HAHA, I should probably say as well that I'm happy K is coming back for other reasons besides the fact I won't have to come in during the a.m. slothery and because our real fearless leader come back. BTW, Slothery might be a word.

My fridge isn't working so hot, or at all. Thankfully, though my freezer is still working so I still have cold pop. I had to throw some of that crappy frozen food out. Thankfully, ice isn't really piling up in the back of the freezer anymore so that's not too bad. I am getting asked about virtually every day. All right!

In a major shock for some of you, I'm on a YMCA co-ed volleyball team with a bunch of the people from the paper. Our team is called "The Record Setters" but sadly, we are not very good. With an 0-6 record in two outings, the team hasn't come out of the gates well and I think Captain Sugarland pulled a hamstring jumping. Let's hope for better luck in the future. I'm out next week thanks to work, but it's fun. Advertising all-stars S2 and KL make the matches entertaining, at least. No one ever said alcohol-fueled entertainment wasn't hilarious. Speaking of that, during the game, a guy on the bench is howling uncontrollably in the background, so bad in fact, that antoher girl on our team and myself look at each other and laugh.

Rumor has it we're switching to InDesign soon. This annoucement caused a mere yawn for myself since I already used and it's not that big a deal. So that's pretty good. If it wasn't on Macintoshs, that would even be better.

OK, that's it for now, I need to start writing the next sequel to "Grand Theft Auto." Let's go.

A Hodgepodge Of Hilarity

There were some things I forgot about in the last post since I found that note that I was looking for which to blog in.

I don't know how I forgot to put this next point in. Last Saturday, I was having a fairly blah day, wasn't feeling all that great, it was kind of a pukey Saturday. Then at about 11:15 p.m. it changed thanks to the Cleveland Cavaliers. Right after watching the end of Game 3 of the Stanley Cup Finals (apparently I was one of 13 people to watch it), I turned on to see the Cavaliers and Detroit Peons battle it out. The game was close entering the fourth quarter and then the Peons imploded faster than Three Rivers Stadium. (I also think more people watched that than the Cup Finals this year) So, my excitement level began to rise as Daniel Gibson (I am NOT calling him "Boobie") starting hitting wide-open 3s, LeBron started shredding the Peons defense, Billups figured out why he played for 13 different teams before becoming Mr. Little Big Shot and Rasheed Wallace fouled out of the game and then had a seizure as he was ejected from a game he already fouled out of. At this point, Doug Collins screams: "IF THERE'S A GAME 7, HE'S SUSPENDED!" Sorry Doug at that point there was a better chance of me hooking up with a girl in town then there was of seeing a Game 7. So then everyone celebrated as the analysts stood in shock over sucktacular the Peons played throughout the series. Of course, the Cavs celebrated like they won the championship while they will undoubtedly get crushed in the Finals.

All right, we're back on music. About a week ago, I had to endure the premise of today's hit music (which is pretty lousy in its own right) as well as "new" music from 2001. Now I'm not one to complain about old music, in fact classic rock is the bestest genre there is simply for the fact you can rearrange the lyrics to adapt to current life situations. (Keep on rockin in the free world anyone?) I've also noticed that certain singers/genres can only sing about certain things. For example, it seems like JoJo can only sing about how men are the worst creation in the history of the universe and especially how they can't treat women right (apparently, there is a song where she says women like to be loved, might want to get over that man-hating premise)

Country music talks about romance, your dogs or that beat-up Chevy truck or they like to make everyone pour out their emotions and make the floor look very flooded.

Baseball has had a common trend the last couple weeks. The last week saw every managers in existence get thrown out to varying degrees of hilarity. This week saw a lot of comebacks, extra-inning games and creative ways to blow games, such as losing on a walk, wild pitch or other fun times. I would say Pirates losing is a trend but then again they've been doing it for 15 years. Nothing new there.

That's it for now, until next time, get some sleep and don't get too lonely out there.

To Please The Adoring Fans

Yes, I'm well aware I haven't written in here in over a week. Deal with it. The fan club of the blog is getting restless and so I should ablige to that. I really did have a lot to talk about and so without further ado, here we go.

Living here, I've found there's only one good radio station here, Mega-Rock. Other than that, everything else is either country or annoying. (Or in country's case see both, hear that Sugarland, that will be the last time you depress me!) But listening to a certain radio station reminded me of listening to B-94 going grow up. Now of course for those that will remember and were actually from the Kittanning/E-town area zip code, B-94 was thought of by myself at least as the radio station "too cool for school." They played the hippest songs, had the snazziest Friday and Saturday dance parties and wanted to have a cool morning show. Unfortuantely, they played the latest and greatest hits every 20 minutes, played dance songs that lasted half the night and featured a morning show with a guy that I know more for mixing it up with a TV show called "Pro Wrestling Review" than I do for his morning talent. In a side note, PWR was a show done with as much technical assistance as say "Around the Rock." Not to diss a show I was working on, actually it sucks for them. We're the ones that aren't supposed to have the latest and greatest equipment. WSRU wasn't even allowed to give out pizzas.

Anyways, B-94 Pittsburgh version has a couple enduring memories for me, one of which includes having it listened to on my 6th grade field trip to Sea World. At the beginning, the morning show had said after Pittsburgh's Game 6 loss in the East Finals to Florida in hockey that "Ahh, we'll just get them in Game 7." The Penguins promptly went on to lose that game thanks to the ineptitude of Tom Barrasso, Pittsburgh's media darling. Also, I have the incredible memory of singing to "What if God was one of us?" along with the entire bus. Since the bus trip was 3 hours long, I'm just glad we had music.

Speaking of music, with this being the time of year for graduation, can people at least look like they're enjoying themselves without either having an emotional breakdown or just looking like they don't want to be there. My 2 graduations were incredibly great basically because I got to leave the 2 schools I attended and not have to deal with classes anymore! (especially the second one) Sure it's an adjustment and an end to a phase of your life. But you accomplished something great and you should enjoy the moment! Unfortunately, musicians decided to prey on the whole emotionally accessible aspects of graduation and come up with really really really sad songs they play at graduation and prom. Upon hearing these songs, I immediately want to bash my head against a desk and eat Pringles. Pringles are awesome.

By unpopular demand and circumstance, I am back to doing mornings next week for 3 days only which means the best of Reedy making mistakes, talking gibberish and listening to how many pages didn't get sent right the first time. Oh la dee freakin da. K is on vacation next week and G is going to be in there to enjoy the coffee. Unfortunately, I don't drink coffee, so I'll have to find something else. Code Red Mountain Dew anyone?

OK, that's it for now. I did have a lot with a lot more stuff on it to write about, but the whereabouts of that note seem to have been temporarily lost. So until next time, I'll just say I'm glad post-it notes are cheap and I'm able to write in 3-point font.