Don’t go using all the appliances at once

So UT likes to put the comm kids down in the basement. I work at the Cactus and Texan, both of which are down there. We have nice macs to work on with new software, but step into what can only be loosely called the kitchen (which also doubles as old stuff storage and design layout) you step back in time.

[That brown thing on the right is the microwave; on the left is the brand new 1980s toaster oven and both are sitting on the green fridge.]

A couple weeks ago, right after the microwave’s

hiatus due to broken-ness, a toaster oven magically appeared. Someone obviously cleaned out their garage and didn’t find the appliance worthy enough to sell for 50 cents to old ladies in their neighborhood.

But don’t get too excited people, you knew this was too good to be true. When the math is done, 1950s fridge plus 1980s toaster oven plus 1970s fridge equals all kinds of circuit failure.

More than 60 people will read this post

So I went about my usual bus riding routine today; running to catch it again, grabbing a Daily Texan paper and accidentally sitting next to the creepiest looking guy on the bus then subsequently moving. This was going alright until I reached a brief in the paper about the 1st annual Mr. Media pageant.

If you’re thinking, what the hell is that? or Oh, I didn’t go to that, then you’re like pretty much everyone else in the comm school. It was fun, but not very organized. Give the planning committee some slack though, it’s their first time.

Anyway, if you take a look at the story, it says that more than 60 people were in attendance. Unless the other 45 people were INVISIBLE, the writer of this story messed up on those stats. Big time.