The subjects of my title have nothing to do with each other. They're just the two topics I'll be discussing in this rambling post.
First up: March.
I'm so happy it's here. First, my 26th birthday is this March. And it's my Golden one. I'll be 26 on the 26th....in 2006. Although I guess it would be cooler if it was 2026. But whatever. I'll take it. I'll be flying to Colorado for my birthday and hitting the slopes at 3 different ski resorts. Not only that, I'll be hanging out with my friends from Glacier. It will be good times for all I'm sure.
Second, I'll be getting a break from work when I go to Colorado. Don't get me wrong. I love my job. I'm lucky to have it. But things have been go, go, go ever since I started back in November. It'll be a chance to look back and reflect on what's happened to me in the past few months.
Third, Spring begins in March. I can't really recall a time when I've been so happy to say good-bye to Winter. I'm just longing for the hot summer nights (we get a few of them in Montana) and the ability to walk outside without a jacket.
Fourth, when March begins, February ends. And this February has been non-stop. Some good things happened, but just like Winter, I won't be sorry to see February go.
Fifth, one of my favorite holidays is in March: St. Patrick's Day. I'm not really sure what you're supposed to be celebrating on St. Patrick's Day. I don't really care to know. I'll just stick with the belief that it's all about the color green...which does happen to be my favorite color. And on what other holiday are you allowed to pinch people who aren't being festive? Sounds good to me.
That's all for my ramblings on March. Now for a few things about fame.
I'm not calling myself famous. I'm a news anchor in a small town in Montana after all. But I am often recognized in this small town. I've always wondered what fame would be like. Frankly, it's kind of unsettling. What is the protocol when someone approaches you and says they watch you on TV every night? I have no idea. When it happens, I feel very sheepish and the urge to get away quickly overcomes me. I was at the gym one day on the treadmill when a commercial for our station (with several shots of me) came on the TV. This was the gym remember so it actually came on 4 or 5 different TV's. I wanted to die. The guy next to me turned his head with a look of recognition and smiled. I avoided eye contact. I was embarassed. I don't know why. I shouldn't be. But I was. And for every person who recognizes me and says something, there are others who keep their mouths shut. That creates further problems because they still give me that look of recognition without the explanation. Therefore I'm thinking this stranger is giving me a dirty look for no reason and I return the favor. It doesn't occur to me that they recognize me. I'm just thinking they're jerks. So then they go home, tell their family they saw the "news guy" at the store and then say, "he was kind of a jerk. He gave me a dirty look." Then there are people who recognize you, but they're not sure why? That happened tonight as my co-anchor and I went to Cold Stone. We're at the counter and the girl says, "do you guys go to Grace Bible Church?" Melissa says no. She says, "then why are you guys so familiar?" Melissa and I look at each other and smile. Then she leans over the counter, puts her hand to her mouth as if to conceal what she's about to say, and whispers, "We're on the news." So then the girl yelps, "oh wow! I knew I knew you from somewhere." That brings attention to us and again...I want to die.
The moral of the story: I'm not really sure I have one. Maybe it's this though: People say they want to be "rich and famous." I'll take the "rich" any day. I'm not so comfortable with the "fame."
Linco
Tuesday, February 28, 2006
Friday, February 24, 2006
Busy
I'm busy.
Very busy.
It's February sweeps right now. Some outside the TV world know what that is. Some do not. I'm not going to explain it. Suffice it to say that during this time, we are working overtime. A lot of it. I worked 32 hours of overtime last week.
Therefore, forgive my sporadic postings.
Not that I entertain anyone with my ramblings anyway. Just thought I'd explain.
March is SUPPOSED to be better. I'm praying for that.
Adios
Very busy.
It's February sweeps right now. Some outside the TV world know what that is. Some do not. I'm not going to explain it. Suffice it to say that during this time, we are working overtime. A lot of it. I worked 32 hours of overtime last week.
Therefore, forgive my sporadic postings.
Not that I entertain anyone with my ramblings anyway. Just thought I'd explain.
March is SUPPOSED to be better. I'm praying for that.
Adios
Sunday, February 12, 2006
Randomness
Why is it that most Olympic sports are only popular during the Olympics? No one gives a crap about ski jumping or speed skating or bobsledding at any other time. But suddenly, once every four years, we're glued to the TV rooting for the American team...probably not having any clue who's actually on it. Or if we do know who the team members are, we soon forget about them after the games are over. Just wondering why.
My iPod stopped working the other day. Well...maybe "stopped working" isn't the right way to put it. It's more like my approximately 750 songs...disappeared. Seriously. I picked it up, turned it on, and...nothing. Everything was gone. How the hell did that happen? No one else has touched it. It hasn't been hooked up to a computer in months. I had listened to music only a week before. There is no plausible explanation. I called Apple and even they didn't know and suggested I take it to an Apple store. Good luck finding one of those in Montana. Maybe it's a sign that I should get one of the video iPods.
The heat went out in the house I live in. The upstairs thermostat just stopped working. I woke up the other morning, crawled out of bed, shivered, and then saw my breath leave my body. That's not acceptable. You shouldn't be seeing your breath inside your own bedroom. So I went to Costco and bought a space heater since the problem wasn't supposed to be fixed til Monday. It worked well. And then, with our thermostat ripped off the wall and lying in pieces on the floor...the heat started working. Now it won't turn off. So I find myself in the awkward position of baking in my bedroom with the temperature hovering around 10 degrees outside. Irritating.
I love Wal-Mart. I know I'm not supposed to. I know the people who run it are evil, evil people. I know they've completely changed the landscape of worldwide business...and not for the better. But everything they sell is....so....damn....cheap. I can run to Albertson's and buy a box of Great Grains cereal for $4.78. Or I can get the same box at Wal-Mart for $2.45. I can stop by the gas station and buy a gallon of milk for $4.69. Or I can buy the same gallon at Wal-Mart for $2.58. It's amazingly affordable. I'm sorry everyone. I feel like I'm supporting terrorism or something but I just can't help it. Forgive me.
That's all for now. Adios.
Linco
My iPod stopped working the other day. Well...maybe "stopped working" isn't the right way to put it. It's more like my approximately 750 songs...disappeared. Seriously. I picked it up, turned it on, and...nothing. Everything was gone. How the hell did that happen? No one else has touched it. It hasn't been hooked up to a computer in months. I had listened to music only a week before. There is no plausible explanation. I called Apple and even they didn't know and suggested I take it to an Apple store. Good luck finding one of those in Montana. Maybe it's a sign that I should get one of the video iPods.
The heat went out in the house I live in. The upstairs thermostat just stopped working. I woke up the other morning, crawled out of bed, shivered, and then saw my breath leave my body. That's not acceptable. You shouldn't be seeing your breath inside your own bedroom. So I went to Costco and bought a space heater since the problem wasn't supposed to be fixed til Monday. It worked well. And then, with our thermostat ripped off the wall and lying in pieces on the floor...the heat started working. Now it won't turn off. So I find myself in the awkward position of baking in my bedroom with the temperature hovering around 10 degrees outside. Irritating.
I love Wal-Mart. I know I'm not supposed to. I know the people who run it are evil, evil people. I know they've completely changed the landscape of worldwide business...and not for the better. But everything they sell is....so....damn....cheap. I can run to Albertson's and buy a box of Great Grains cereal for $4.78. Or I can get the same box at Wal-Mart for $2.45. I can stop by the gas station and buy a gallon of milk for $4.69. Or I can buy the same gallon at Wal-Mart for $2.58. It's amazingly affordable. I'm sorry everyone. I feel like I'm supporting terrorism or something but I just can't help it. Forgive me.
That's all for now. Adios.
Linco
Thursday, February 02, 2006
I'm scum
...or at least I can see why people would think so.
Today I approached a woman and asked her if she could elaborate on the fact that her husband may be under investigation for child molestation.
I felt awful about it. I didn't want to talk to her about it. But at the same time I knew there was a story there. I won't go into specifics but if such allegations are true, there are many in the community who could be affected. I truly believe it's an important story to tell.
But it didn't make it any easier for me to approach her. Not much was said. I tried to be sensitive. She was courteous. Nothing of value came out of it.
This isn't an easy job. It IS easy for others to sit back and judge what I do. I have to come to terms with the fact that I may have to approach people I don't want to approach and ask questions I don't want to ask. But I'm making myself a vow to never do that unless I feel it's justified. I won't do it to be sensational.
"Reporters don't care about people." Maybe some don't. I, however, do. Even when I'm making someone uncomfortable and they'd just as soon spit in my face as talk to me...I still care. I promise.
Today I approached a woman and asked her if she could elaborate on the fact that her husband may be under investigation for child molestation.
I felt awful about it. I didn't want to talk to her about it. But at the same time I knew there was a story there. I won't go into specifics but if such allegations are true, there are many in the community who could be affected. I truly believe it's an important story to tell.
But it didn't make it any easier for me to approach her. Not much was said. I tried to be sensitive. She was courteous. Nothing of value came out of it.
This isn't an easy job. It IS easy for others to sit back and judge what I do. I have to come to terms with the fact that I may have to approach people I don't want to approach and ask questions I don't want to ask. But I'm making myself a vow to never do that unless I feel it's justified. I won't do it to be sensational.
"Reporters don't care about people." Maybe some don't. I, however, do. Even when I'm making someone uncomfortable and they'd just as soon spit in my face as talk to me...I still care. I promise.
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