Caption: My TV showing basketball and the John Pelphrey scowl.
So, I was watching the weather last night (Wednesday). 300,000 people lost power in Arkansas because of the storms, according to Ned Perme. Wait, 278,000 to be exact. Nevermind. Scratch that. Ned’s mistake: 300 people. Didn’t he actually mean 278? Whatever, that’s Arkansas local news for you.
Also, apparently “the only game in town” at 7:39 p.m. was in El Paso — I think he was referring to possible tornados. At least, all the games I know about have been in Hot Springs lately.
Anyway, why am I talking about local news? Better yet, why was I watching the weather last night? Wait, wait, wait. The biggest question is why am I writing about any of this?
Maybe it’s because I haven’t written a blog in a week; I have to write about something, right? Not to make excuses, but it’s been a busy week (yeah, that doesn’t explain why I skipped Saturday’s post, I know). To make matters worse, I think the weather report made me sick. I can’t remember the last time I threw up before last night. Maybe that part was unnecessary.
OK, this blog isn’t going anywhere. I hate pointless blogs. Of course, it wouldn’t be a stretch to argue that all my blogs are pointless; however, I almost always come prepared with a specific topic, excluding today. Let me channel Glenn Beck for a second: “Dear Reader, I’m going to shoot straight with you. I think I am wasting your time.” Granted, I’m not going to talk about men tickling or groping each other. I’d rather talk about vomiting.
Back to the weather. When I was about five years old, my parents left my brother (who is six years older my elder) and me home alone to take care of ourselves for the first time during the summer. It started storming one day while I was folding the clothes, which would become my summer job for years (I used to cry when I had to fold clothes. It was without a doubt the worst punishment ever.). The wind got so violent that it blew open the front door, and it took both of us to get the door closed.
You don’t care? Yeah, well, it was cool to me when I was five.
Normally, I love March. Spring break. My birthday. March Madness. However, so far, not so good. Besides being sick, I don’t have cable/satellite/dish, which means I don’t get to watch college basketball. How am I watching the weather, you ask? That’s because I have a digital antenna, and I can pick up four channels: KHTV, RTV, AccuWx, and VTN. Or, if that isn’t enough information, that’s the Little Rock station, the Retro Television Network, a weather channel, and Arkansas’ Christian Connection. I know, I know: What more could I need?
Too sick to go to work today (Thursday), I decided to test my luck and watch some television with my extra time. To my surprise, the SEC Tournament was on KHTV. I was more than happy to watch the Tennessee-LSU game, despite the score being tied at 21 after the first half. It reminded me of the junior high girl’s games that I used to cover at the Daily Press. However, I almost threw my remote control at my TV when Wheel of Fortune interrupted the abysmal contest. I despise Wheel of Fortune—even though there was that epic episode with the drunk contestant when I was younger (I’ll leave this childhood memory at that, but I swear my cousins could vouch for me). Luckily, the interruption wasn’t permit. Now I am just hoping that I get to watch the Arkansas-Georgia game later tonight, even though it probably won’t help my stomach.
OK, I think I failed. Forgive me for a poor effort this time. I had another interview lined up before I got sick, and I at least tried to make something out of nothing. I’ll get back in the groove on Saturday. That is, unless I am mobbed by a group of tickling men.
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