This is what happened...

OMFG! I just got a bajillion whiny emails saying I have not updated this since Paris Hilton was in jail... You would not believe the amount of people that are totally stalking me. Please don't abandon me!

I am totally exhausted with setting fire to people wearing Crocs, soaking in the tub, just generally being a nuisance to my employer, my day seems to be packed from crawling out of bed at 6.30 to 11pm at which point I fall asleep on the couch. I am not complaining though. life is good.

I won't promise anything to you but I will make more of an effort to blog more often until the nice men in the white coats come back. Peace! Until my paycheck dawneth.

Comments

Tom Myler (scoodog) said…

I really thought you were losing it, until I figured out what was going on. Whew! :)

12:30 PM

Holy Separated-At-Birth, Batman!

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I remember the first time I heard the name "Les Anderson." A bunch of Wichita State University communication majors were sitting around on campus, talking about classes they planned to take. Several people warned me: watch out for Les Anderson. He was tough. He had a murderous grading scale. It was nearly impossible to get an A. They weren't kidding. But he wasn't tough just to be a tyrant. From his teaching sprang a fleet of incredible, successful journalists, writers, editors, broadcasters, public relations experts, advertisers, non-profit professionals...I could go on and on. Most importantly, he created a legion of people who wanted to make a difference in the world. The greatest gift Les gave to them all? He believed in them, cared about them for their own personal stories as well as the stories they told for class assignments or in the pages of his hometown newspaper. Les was my teacher. My boss. My mentor. My conscience. My champion. My friend. When I started c...

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