Morning Rants are about as interesting as cold coffee
Well I went out and bought a video Ipod… too bad I can not figure out how to get it working. I am disappointed though since I have an all day class a movies would be great to get through with that crap. Stupid technology! Just work damn it, I spent several hours last night trying to get it to work, and I almost tossed it across the room in frustration. Hey if it doesn’t work one way, toss it off a wall perhaps something will break and fix itself. But, yeah I already did spend too much money on it.
On a personal note, I have been thinking a lot lately about a number of females I know and somewhat know. Decisions.. should I shouldn’t I, or is priesthood in the life for me. After all, an atheist priest would be pretty cool. Think of the moral values I can implement in children, although I could always take a page from the NDP’s philosophy: If God is so great than why does he need to exist. Wow that is a line and well frankly one he shouldn’t use in a political campaign. What is he Gandhi or something?!@?!?
So the Intelligencer ran our event. We were second page, which is pretty good, it was a half page. And Well I was the person in the paper! My picture was in it, clear as day. My only problem with it was… they got my name completely wrong. But then again I could be MARK Darling. The government could have screwed my name up at birth. Thank god the Intelligencer found the truth. Also they screwed up the origin of the question even though I SAID it’s origin and from whom. My name was also pronounced properly several times throughout the night. What happened to journalistic integrity where you get it right? Meh.
So I called the Intelligencer and talked to the editor. His name is not important :P they can’t get mine right then why should I bother getting his. For the moment we will call him… Dinkle Dumbatt… anyways, I doubt he really cared. I explained to him and he just shrugged it off saying sometimes we do run corrections and well sometimes we do not, I have to talk with the reporter to find out the situation.
Ok, ring ring. That is the clue phone Mr. Dumbatt … I AM THE PERSON IN THE PICTURE AND MY NAME IS NOT MARK IT IS MIKE… NOT ONLY DID YOU GET MY NAME WRONG IN THE PHOTO CUTLINE BUT YOU GOT MY NAME WRONG IN THE STORY… God… Idiots.
Well I am done, perhaps I will post later on how the election officials acted in the debate.
On a personal note, I have been thinking a lot lately about a number of females I know and somewhat know. Decisions.. should I shouldn’t I, or is priesthood in the life for me. After all, an atheist priest would be pretty cool. Think of the moral values I can implement in children, although I could always take a page from the NDP’s philosophy: If God is so great than why does he need to exist. Wow that is a line and well frankly one he shouldn’t use in a political campaign. What is he Gandhi or something?!@?!?
So the Intelligencer ran our event. We were second page, which is pretty good, it was a half page. And Well I was the person in the paper! My picture was in it, clear as day. My only problem with it was… they got my name completely wrong. But then again I could be MARK Darling. The government could have screwed my name up at birth. Thank god the Intelligencer found the truth. Also they screwed up the origin of the question even though I SAID it’s origin and from whom. My name was also pronounced properly several times throughout the night. What happened to journalistic integrity where you get it right? Meh.
So I called the Intelligencer and talked to the editor. His name is not important :P they can’t get mine right then why should I bother getting his. For the moment we will call him… Dinkle Dumbatt… anyways, I doubt he really cared. I explained to him and he just shrugged it off saying sometimes we do run corrections and well sometimes we do not, I have to talk with the reporter to find out the situation.
Ok, ring ring. That is the clue phone Mr. Dumbatt … I AM THE PERSON IN THE PICTURE AND MY NAME IS NOT MARK IT IS MIKE… NOT ONLY DID YOU GET MY NAME WRONG IN THE PHOTO CUTLINE BUT YOU GOT MY NAME WRONG IN THE STORY… God… Idiots.
Well I am done, perhaps I will post later on how the election officials acted in the debate.
posted by Michael Darling at Friday, January 20, 2006
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