Bad puns are my relegion.

I've taken our paperwork into my own hands. The SGA treasurer has been telling people our forms have been signed, when they haven't. Another club guy informed me of this, and I found that we had a few weeks of paperwork backed up in the office. I took them out, had the SGA president sign them, made copies, and then hand delivered them to the Business department and put the account codes on...because no one in the SGA seems to know them.

I guess if we want anything done at all, we've got to do it ourselves.

The House meeting ran quite well I thought. It went extremely fast, and knowing we had 15k to spend, we didn't begrudge students that pay activity fees and are to busy having lives to show up to House meetings, a thousand dollars or so.

Certain other people didn't think we were being effeciant enough. They showed up about half way through and seemed suprised that we'd actually gotten a lot done in a short amount of time.

I've tried to not have an opinion, or at least a balanced one, on the level of control certain college employees have over the SGA, but I think I've got an opinion now. See, the acronym SGA stands for Student Government Association. It's not SLGA (Student Life Government Association).

Thankfully it was my second to last House meeting, and thankfully I won't be returning for another year of this. I like this college, I'm glad I came here, but I'm glad to be leaving. I've had my fill.

Here's what I think I should be doing with The Critic once we get back from break. I'm going to make a list of things Ben needs to know how to do, and start having him take charge bit by bit. I remember when I took this job, there was a lot of things I hadn't been told I needed to do, or how to do them.

That'll let me begin my slow disconnect from this school, which will make finding work once I leave easier.

Beware, the shrew.

I've decided not to bother with a certain staff member anymore. They keep doing the same things over and over again, they don't want to put effort in, and the last thing they sent me was basically a big middle finger in text format. The teacher of the class this paper is attached to can find another project to grade him on.

I've decided to team up with maintenance to keep track of Critics. When large stacks get chucked, we'll know about it. I don't think it happens often on campus, or for malicious reasons, but sometimes I get the sense people are removing large piles of Critics, and thus harming the 1st amendment.

That gets thrown around a lot, but in this case, I mean it.

And for no reason, a frog I captured late last fall.

Wanted: Evil Spirit Editor.

Alright, there's a certain computer in LAC 409 that has The Devil living inside of it. Once again, the front page became corrupted and I had to make it anew. Guess what computer I'm not using anymore?

We put Harry Swett on the front page. He had Catherine take a photo of him with goofy teeth, so the front page looks good. Overall, a good issue with some stupid mistakes. Gwen's cooking column was a cooking contest type deal, but I didn't know that, so I had the bottom part cut off for space...making it a contest of one...

The local Umbrella chapter seems to think it's a club of some sort and should get free ad space. They're not a club, and nor do they get free ad space. Heck, I don't think even the clubs try to use that ability.

What happens in NYC, likely get spread around and lands us all in jail...

Back from New York and only half an hour late for work.

One thing that did bug me was the $5 and $7 water bottles in the rooms that were set on light sensors. If you took them off for more than 30 seconds, you got billed. I had a free one for being a speaker, and I'll say this much: the water was not worth what they were charging. Not by a lot.

I learned quite a bit at the convention. I've got some ideas I'd like to put to work with the Critic. Mostly layout and design stuff, but anti-paper theft and increasing our ad revanue are some other things.

I was told I should focus on one thing at a time. I've got roughly half a semester left, so if I try to do too much, I'll get nothing done. I pick design and layout...maybe some ads. I'll leave the rest for my successors.

My damned AC adapter died too. The problem was the adapter all along...so I need to get on that. I pretty much live off that lap top of mine.

Go check the Critic's Web site for the article on the homeless guy I spoke with. The interview was pretty intense. He insisted on writing his answers with my pen and note pad. I've never had a subject do that before.

Homeless types are characters, I'll tell ya. I've met quite a few and I have yet to meet one that wasn't an odd ball. That could be why they don't have jobs. If I ever get work as a reporter and get sent after homeless people, I'm going to find out why they can't get work. I think I know why, but some solid stuff on it would be nice.

Anyway, the convention was crazy. I need to collect my thoughts on it.

Behind me, some one is getting tutored in business. They seem to be complaining about the assignment they got. Life is rough, I'll get my tiny violin.

CIA is code for hot.

Guess what I did today?

I asked Valerie Plame-Willson out on a date. She said she had plans. I got shot down...

Still, it was pretty cool. I asked her a serious question first. I was going to ask via microphone, but they ended the question and answer session before I could get a chance. I stopped her as she was walking out.

Lets see, what else happened today? I came up with some ideas for the Critic that Ben can implement. We should print on Tuesdays instead of Fridays. It hit me like a ton of bricks. It seems so silly to print when we do, because no one is on campus when we distribute.

I'm a little off my rocker at the moment, so I'll post more later.

Live from New York, it's Keith.

Jesus, that's a lame post title...

We got into NYC sometime around 4:30. I heard the two Charter buses CAB hired broke down an hour outside the city. We had some trouble finding where the hotel has its parking, but we made it.

After monkeying with the Internet, Dan and I went to meet Mary, who showed us where she works at Red Book. We've got a day before the convention starts, so sometime tonight I've got to look over the schedule and see what's up.

New York isn't as bad a place as I'd expected, at the least the part I'm looking at. We're in Times Square, and I was slightly dazzled coming in. It's one of those places you always see on TV and hear about, but seeing it with your own eyes is something.

As far as Critic stuff goes, I've got to find some way to run the paper from down here. I'm thinking some e-mails are in order.

Do YOU love freedom? Say it, say you LUURVE it!!!

I need to keep an eye out for things to make photo spreads of. We're in the same boat as usual, although we might be better off content-wise.

This week is our SGA themed issue. It was a good idea, but I'm worried about the exocution. I've only seen one article for it so far and some people didn't seem to think it was even this week we were doing it.

Gwen also still has my green book. I need that book. Somehow I knew the second I passed it off, I'd never see it again.

Maintenance has been recycling Critics. That means I've got no idea whatsoever how many actually get read. Ugh. Also, I found a few in the garbage the other day. Small stacks, meaning someone junked them. Freedom hating communists, most likely.

Matt's column got us some mail, which is great. It's hate mail, but I count that as a win.