The Weekly Albertan

I woke up to snow this morning. Lots of snow.  So I caught an early ride to work again.  I arrived just before 8:00 a.m. and the door was locked.  Everyone in the front office was late this morning.  A few minutes a taxi pulled up.  She apologized “My car is in the shop.”  I checked my e-mails on both my laptop and their Mac.  The story meeting started a few minutes after 9.  I got Salvation Army Kettles and new cancer lodge and take pictures of global warming dance performance at UNBC.  I had used my spare time to search for story ideas so I pitched a Girl Guide who has been a member since the age of five and is now 17, Caring for the Caretaker lecture at CNC, and two high school teachers who Twitter.  I got the go ahead for those stories. 

At 12:15, I was up at the university to take the global warming performance pictures.  Three students were dressed in spandex: Wind Turbine the Hero in silver spandex with cape, in black spandex Tar Sands the villain and Environmental Aerobics Instructor in purple spandex complete with blue and white stripped bikini bottoms overtop.  Weird but I got their names, took pictures, and went for lunch.  Hey, the university here already has a Timmies. 

After lunch I went to the high school to interview the two Twitter teachers.  Interviewed and took pictures of one but the other had left early.  The snow is still coming down.  Big wet flakes.  Back at the office I down load my photos and work on some of my stories.  Almost 5 p.m. time to go home. 

When I go home I undressed and put on my jammies.  Ahhh comfy.  Crap I have to go take pictures of The Trailer Park Boys because everyone else is at the Alan Jackson concert.  

After eating, I go dressed again and went down to Vanier Hall.  “Do you need a media pass or something?” asked the young girl at the door.  “No,” I replied.  “Okay,” she said.  The show started late so I got a good look at all the fans as they entered and found a seat.  Mullets, plaid shirts, baseball hats, and men.  Lots of men.  As the light was being lowered I made my way to the front and introduced myself to the security guard. The show started with a long pre-taped recording of them back stage.  “$%^*%^ )*&%^& (&*($” and a container of yellow liquid being thrown on stage.  More “$#$%%^&&^%$#$” and then puppets.  They were puppets of them trying to teach the audience that drugs and alcohol are bad but everyone does it so it must be good.  The crowd responded with hoots and heckling.  More $%$^%%$#@&&%$ and then peeing of pants.  I snapped as many pictures as I could and left when they decided they should hypnotize the audience. 

Now if is after 10:30 p.m. I am in my jammies and writing this blog.  Night Night.