Archive for April, 2009



Hypochondriacs, beware.

Tuesday, April 28th, 2009

By Jillian Kule

Way not to cause a panic over swine flu. Check out the leading paragraph from an Associated Press article released today:

“Two million dead. Hospitals overwhelmed. Schools closed. Swaths of empty seats at baseball stadiums and houses of worship. An economic recovery snuffed out.”

If the goal is for us, as a nation, to remain calm, I think they’re going about it the wrong way.

Maybe Michael Jackson had it right all along.


A natinal mishap.

Monday, April 20th, 2009

By Jillian Kule

If you caught the Washington Nationals game on Friday, you may have noticed something off about their uniforms. Could a professional team really wear jerseys with the name misspelled? You bet your bottom dollar.

The Washington “Natinals” flub-up, while hilarious, made my stomach turn. As a proofreader, there is nothing worse. Sure, a million people must have seen the layout before it went to production but it’s a monumental mistake that will haunt that person forever. I feel for you, homeslice, nobody’s perfect. I will now take a moment of silence in your honor…

 

 
…and quadruple check my work.


It’s not delivery, it’s – no, it’s delivery.

Friday, April 17th, 2009

By Jillian Kule

During a recent venture to a local movie theater (where we saw “I Love You, Man.” Funniest movie. Ever.), we lined up at the wallet-draining, pants-tightening snack bar. I hadn’t A. gone to the movies in a long time and B. visited the snack bar much before, but we were feeling randy.

While blocking out the price tags that accompanied the snacks, we noticed a seemingly new addition to the menu – pizza. Awesome, right? Well it gets even awesomer. They will actually deliver the pizza to you, in your seat, while you watch the movie. What an invention! How did I not know about this?


Jobs I Would Want (Second Edition)

Thursday, April 2nd, 2009

By Jillian Kule

For some reason, I’ve been watching the Travel Channel. A lot. And with this viewing comes raging jealousy – wouldn’t it be great to get paid to travel the world to eat a bunch of food?

Despite the occasional front row seat to an animal slaughtering and the fact that I’m afraid to eat seafood, I could easily see myself on a show like Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations. He has one of the best jobs. Ever.

I’d even want to take the place of Adam Richman (the biggest tool on TV) on Man v. Food. I’m all for stuffing my face to win a free t-shirt.

Where do I sign up?