Monday, October 25, 2004
Kind of a Drag!
When you forget your Whole Foods (tm) Bento Box lunch and have to settle for Jewel chickenhamcheddar. Or when you have nothing interesting to report from the weekend. Monz asked us to relate something interesting. Hmmm. Well, our political editor traveled somewhere new, the town that Mark Twain wrote had the prettiest sunsets in the entire world.. At 9:00 AM, our editor was ordered to go to Hyde Park to pick up three volunteers and head out west. It turned out that there were only two volunteers: an 60something, 6'3" African-American political activist (who regaled the car with stories from Chicago's rich past) and an University of Chicago freshman with a British accent who said he was from Fargo, North Dakota. Upon arrival four hours later, our gang of three were informed that Muscatine is the swingiest town in the swingiest swing state of them all (poll number wise, that is). How polite are Iowans? Well, when a couple of skateboarding Teen Nick(tm)-ers walked past our editor while he was canvassing, they waited until they were quite a distance away before snickering to each other "Why don't you say [candidate's name] sucks?!" "giggle-snort-giggle!" When the time came to wrap-up the canvassing and head back to HQ, the editor had a moment of fear: Tall elder and skinny younger, neither of whom had a cell phone, were not at the rendevous point (the two had teemed up at the suggestion of the editor, who feared how certain of the polite Iowans might react to a 6'3" African-American political activist at their door). False alarm, all went well, and soon the gang was back at HQ, where our editor hears somebody calling his name from behind his back. It's Hot Coed! A few minutes of talk and flirting later and the editor is wishing he hadn't taken his Centrum chewables that day...
Oh, the myl staff would like to note that we have always disliked Ashley Simpson. While some rockcrits consider her a guilty pleasure, we think "Pieces of Me" is Meredith Brooks' "Bitch" for junior high school girls.
UPDATE: We omitted to mention that the town has a unique odor wafting through it, which the editor was informed came from the manufacture of...corn syrup!
When you forget your Whole Foods (tm) Bento Box lunch and have to settle for Jewel chickenhamcheddar. Or when you have nothing interesting to report from the weekend. Monz asked us to relate something interesting. Hmmm. Well, our political editor traveled somewhere new, the town that Mark Twain wrote had the prettiest sunsets in the entire world.. At 9:00 AM, our editor was ordered to go to Hyde Park to pick up three volunteers and head out west. It turned out that there were only two volunteers: an 60something, 6'3" African-American political activist (who regaled the car with stories from Chicago's rich past) and an University of Chicago freshman with a British accent who said he was from Fargo, North Dakota. Upon arrival four hours later, our gang of three were informed that Muscatine is the swingiest town in the swingiest swing state of them all (poll number wise, that is). How polite are Iowans? Well, when a couple of skateboarding Teen Nick(tm)-ers walked past our editor while he was canvassing, they waited until they were quite a distance away before snickering to each other "Why don't you say [candidate's name] sucks?!" "giggle-snort-giggle!" When the time came to wrap-up the canvassing and head back to HQ, the editor had a moment of fear: Tall elder and skinny younger, neither of whom had a cell phone, were not at the rendevous point (the two had teemed up at the suggestion of the editor, who feared how certain of the polite Iowans might react to a 6'3" African-American political activist at their door). False alarm, all went well, and soon the gang was back at HQ, where our editor hears somebody calling his name from behind his back. It's Hot Coed! A few minutes of talk and flirting later and the editor is wishing he hadn't taken his Centrum chewables that day...
Oh, the myl staff would like to note that we have always disliked Ashley Simpson. While some rockcrits consider her a guilty pleasure, we think "Pieces of Me" is Meredith Brooks' "Bitch" for junior high school girls.
UPDATE: We omitted to mention that the town has a unique odor wafting through it, which the editor was informed came from the manufacture of...corn syrup!
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