Inexcusable Stupidity

Remember that time I spent from 1pm to 1 am going to paper meetings and working on different aspects of a story about a Ren Faire for a college newspaper while I was still an unpaid intern?

Remember how I was so masochistic I made Engelbert Humperdink my safeword? Try saying that audibly through the Ball Gag of Journalism.

There's now a picture from the Ren Faire of me and Therese (taken by my stealthy photographer the lovely Ms. Melanie without my knowledge). We're in costume on hay bales beating each other with big padded poles. This is taped up above the arts desk in the newsroom, and below rests the word "Journalism."

That kind of made my life.

Inexcusable Stupidity

Remember that time I spent from 1pm to 1 am going to paper meetings and working on different aspects of a story about a Ren Faire for a college newspaper while I was still an unpaid intern?

Remember how I was so masochistic I made Engelbert Humperdink my safeword? Try saying that audibly through the Ball Gag of Journalism.

There's now a picture from the Ren Faire of me and Therese (taken by my stealthy photographer the lovely Ms. Melanie without my knowledge). We're in costume on hay bales beating each other with big padded poles. This is taped up above the arts desk in the newsroom, and below rests the word "Journalism."

That kind of made my life.