Lost and Found

Have you ever been out and about, walking around -- say, to your car -- gotten completely absored while typing a text message on your phone and then looked up and you were all like, "Where am I?!"

Yah, that happened to me earlier today.

Speaking of zoning out, plopping my hot ass in front of the boob tube has gotten to be my worst habit. I've been talking about this over at my other blog, where I write about self-improvement and being a better person and pussy shit like that. While it's true that as an entertainment news editor I have to keep up with pop culture, watching re-runs of The Simpsons is not work related.

It's just a bad habit. By the time I come home from the gym, shower and make myself something to eat, I'm ready to relax. Then I sit down to eat in front of the TV and start flipping channels and get sucked into some random CSI episode. I love that show.

And those ghost-chasing shows. And plastic surgery specials. And static. Color bars.

Therefore, I grounded myself from television!

Speaking of breaking certian habits, writing entertainment news over the past several years has started to change the way I write, espicially at my current station because we're really trying to punch everything up. I've noticed I use too many exclimation points. It! Has! To! Stop!

I'm still working on it, and trying to find my way.