Marc
Odometer readings are not required on the respective claim forms; the integrity of the claim is the responsibility of the traveler. However, should the approving official have reason to question the claim, the claimant must provide evidence that supports the claim of distance traveled. -- in Handbook F-15: Travel and Relocation by the USPS
Salina, Kansas
One. There used to be a theory floating around Bloomington-Normal about the two Wendy's restaurants in town. The basic premise of the idea -- which I believe was concocted by Zach -- ran that, when one Wendy's is on top of things, taste goods, and is a generall all-around good experience, the other Wendy's is going to blow, f*ck up your order, and treat you badly, too. It was usually a pretty safe rule to follow. The bad Wendy's would switch from the US-51 store to the College Ave store about once every semester or so, and then switch right back. Kept you on your toes. I bring this up because I believe the theory holds true here in Salina, Kansas. Last night, I got a Chicken BLT salad at the Wendy's nearest exit 189 off I-135. It was good. So good, in fact, that I decided to get another tonight. No more burgers for dinner, methinks. On my short drive back to the hotel last night, I noticed a second Wendy's much closer to my hotel (read - right around the f*in block), so I went there tonight, mostly for convenience's sake. Mistake. My Chicken BLT salad tonight was pretty meh. Pretty meh, indeed. Does that mean that this theory is on its way to becoming a law?
Two. Along with my growing obsession of AM radio rises my growing hatred for Bill O'Reilly. Our old roommate, Larry, used to watch him fairly regularly about three years ago because he liked the way the guy handled emails. I've come to despise the way he talks down to people, and how he responds to people's statements and beliefs by belittling them. For example, yesterday he was discussing Jesse Jackson with a political science professor, who made the mistake of saying that Jackson wants more money funnelled into healthcare and education for the poor. Bill O'Reilly's response, "HE'S A SOCIALIST!" What an asshole.
Three. Well, I guess this is going to turn into a rant about what's on television right now. So, let's rip on that model-based reality show on UPN. Okay, okay. One, they're hot. What? You didn't think I'd amit that there's at least one reason to watch it? I'm sure Scoot has paused on it once or twice because their butts are nice. I can't blame him. But, honestly, why do we need a reality show about models? What good does that bring into the world? Does anyone really want to see the real lifestyle that models lead? I've always assumed that it was going to photo shoots, not eating, having sex with many anonymous strangers, and putting on make-up. In the two minutes I've seen this show, my assumptions have been proven correct. Season over.
Four. What the? I flipped through the channels only to land on some awful hardcore band's live performance at what appears to be a high school gym. I think they called themselves something like "The Three Day(?) Project", which totally goes against the current rules of rock. No more projects, okay? Unbelieveable. They're off-time on LIVE television, or what is supposed to look like live television. The drummer went in on the upbeat while the guitar player went in on the downbeat. If Matt or Rick were here, they'd have climbed behind the couch in embarrassment at this point.
Up Next: Libra by Don DeLillo; a shower; and, plenty of water to keep my skin looking young and healthy.
Tomorrow: Elkhart, Kansas. Imperial, Nebraska. A new hotel.
Odometer readings are not required on the respective claim forms; the integrity of the claim is the responsibility of the traveler. However, should the approving official have reason to question the claim, the claimant must provide evidence that supports the claim of distance traveled. -- in Handbook F-15: Travel and Relocation by the USPS
Salina, Kansas
One. There used to be a theory floating around Bloomington-Normal about the two Wendy's restaurants in town. The basic premise of the idea -- which I believe was concocted by Zach -- ran that, when one Wendy's is on top of things, taste goods, and is a generall all-around good experience, the other Wendy's is going to blow, f*ck up your order, and treat you badly, too. It was usually a pretty safe rule to follow. The bad Wendy's would switch from the US-51 store to the College Ave store about once every semester or so, and then switch right back. Kept you on your toes. I bring this up because I believe the theory holds true here in Salina, Kansas. Last night, I got a Chicken BLT salad at the Wendy's nearest exit 189 off I-135. It was good. So good, in fact, that I decided to get another tonight. No more burgers for dinner, methinks. On my short drive back to the hotel last night, I noticed a second Wendy's much closer to my hotel (read - right around the f*in block), so I went there tonight, mostly for convenience's sake. Mistake. My Chicken BLT salad tonight was pretty meh. Pretty meh, indeed. Does that mean that this theory is on its way to becoming a law?
Two. Along with my growing obsession of AM radio rises my growing hatred for Bill O'Reilly. Our old roommate, Larry, used to watch him fairly regularly about three years ago because he liked the way the guy handled emails. I've come to despise the way he talks down to people, and how he responds to people's statements and beliefs by belittling them. For example, yesterday he was discussing Jesse Jackson with a political science professor, who made the mistake of saying that Jackson wants more money funnelled into healthcare and education for the poor. Bill O'Reilly's response, "HE'S A SOCIALIST!" What an asshole.
Three. Well, I guess this is going to turn into a rant about what's on television right now. So, let's rip on that model-based reality show on UPN. Okay, okay. One, they're hot. What? You didn't think I'd amit that there's at least one reason to watch it? I'm sure Scoot has paused on it once or twice because their butts are nice. I can't blame him. But, honestly, why do we need a reality show about models? What good does that bring into the world? Does anyone really want to see the real lifestyle that models lead? I've always assumed that it was going to photo shoots, not eating, having sex with many anonymous strangers, and putting on make-up. In the two minutes I've seen this show, my assumptions have been proven correct. Season over.
Four. What the? I flipped through the channels only to land on some awful hardcore band's live performance at what appears to be a high school gym. I think they called themselves something like "The Three Day(?) Project", which totally goes against the current rules of rock. No more projects, okay? Unbelieveable. They're off-time on LIVE television, or what is supposed to look like live television. The drummer went in on the upbeat while the guitar player went in on the downbeat. If Matt or Rick were here, they'd have climbed behind the couch in embarrassment at this point.
Up Next: Libra by Don DeLillo; a shower; and, plenty of water to keep my skin looking young and healthy.
Tomorrow: Elkhart, Kansas. Imperial, Nebraska. A new hotel.
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