My friend Bryce took this picture of me, outside the studio this morning. It was an ambush job which, as a shutterbug myself, I appreciate. This was somehow the only pose I could imagine at the moment:
I assume that was because my mind had already been melted for the day after an early meeting.
Also, in looking at it, this is the photograph that told me I needed a haircut. And some go-to poses for photographs.
Anyway, the morning show was in the studio this morning. It was their last show of the term. We have one more night of productions, next week, shooting our last two shows of the semester.
I’ve been looking for a new fall guy for stories. Somehow, this never occurred to me until today:
"Wouldn't you like to know the true signs of witchcraft, in case those dangerous and wicked voices comes for you or someone you love?" The unsolicited email asks.
Nah, my college roommate dated her. We've met. pic.twitter.com/2Ao0qdE9QF
— Kenny Smith (@kennysmith) December 6, 2019
It’s a big fib. My roommate was a great guy. He dated nice people. But it’s just far enough removed to not seem mean-spirited, but close enough to feel plausible.
I mean there was that one young woman he dated from back home. She really worked him over at one point. Set him free for other people though, but not until after many, many nights of ballads and conversations trying to figure out what just happened.
What just happened was … hang on … let me check his social media. OK, good, that’s not the woman he married.
See? Seems realistic.
Got in a nice little 5K this evening. And then I got the laundry in the washer. I did this because I like having laundry done before the weekend, but completely forgot about that fact on Thursday. So I’m doing laundry on the weekend. It’s a nice domestic feeling, knowing the clothes hamper is empty, the dresser and closets are full and there’s no noise coming from the laundry room.
It’s better than the alternative, washing clothes tonight, wondering if I’ll forget to finish all of this and have to put clothes away on Sunday night. What a modern sadness: I must go to the office tomorrow, I must sort the socks tonight.
Thursday, then, is an ideal time for laundry. Someone please remind me of this every other week.
But now it is time for the best part of postseason football:
This young lady is now a visiting scholar at UC Berkeley and pursuing PhD at Columbia University.
She was a valedictorian, a Truman scholar, homeless. It's an incredible, incredible story.
"Dr Pepper helped me so much. Now, I am able to achieve my dreams." https://t.co/biiO9ESLpL
— Kenny Smith (@kennysmith) December 7, 2019
