Congratulations, you're thinking about the Smurf village, you glittering pansy. And while you were smelling tulips from the safety of your imaginary dress, and then probably kissing Matt Damon, Connect Statesboro Editor Jake Hallman and I were at Tybee Beach this Saturday, doing the opposite of kissing -- working like dogs to make sure Connect's swimsuit issue would be coming out on time. Oh, and since I brought my girlfriend with me, Anna, there was also some kissing going on.
It's been busy times since I took this job, and the grueling pace doesn't seem like it will ever let up. While going to the beach to take photographs of what someone who writes for Connect calls "Statesboro's Most Beautiful Women", I've written articles about almost more than two bands in the past two weeks, and interviewed Bubba San from the Car City commercials. That's a band a week, plus sometimes I attend Lazer Tag competitions. At this point, the only thing keeping me going are the unlimited supply of drinks bartenders feel compelled to serve me when I flash around my press pass and threaten to write something horrible about them. It's a rare time that you won't find me doing exactly that (in fact, if you see anyone at anytime doing something else, it's a safe bet that it isn't me), but once I'm cut off because I've "had too much" and I'm "starting too many fights with the waitress", I'm still busy as a beaver contributing to this newspaper. I mean, I'm not working, exactly, but the look on my face says that I sure am thinking about it.
If you're one of the many out there still collecting my fantastic yarns, you may have seen my name on last week's artist profile, as well as the piece on "Blues, Beads, and the Bayou." It's not quite the journalistic anarchy I promised yet, but be on the lookout for when I start dropping Video Game Reviews on the unsuspecting public, as I'm now being sponsored by KB (not EB) Games and given free rein to play anything in the store to my hearts content.
Also, I finally earned enough from my awesome journalism to buy myself a tattoo I've had my eye on.
What's even more amazing is that if you look closely and squint, when I flex my biceps, I can create the illusion that the skull is frowning, if and when I need to express hate towards something.
Anyways, eat your heart out, 11th hour. (whoops, the competition, I meant to say!)
It'll probably be easier if you rip it out through your back.
6 comments:
I think I may be working Ryan too hard.
Still looks better than any of my tattoos, though.
Kudos to the artist.
So when I read this one and scrolled down. I saw the pictures of the tattoos and I firmly believed that this was a hoax. But I'm surprised you've decided to tattoo yourself, I thought it was like that time you drew facial hair on yourself.
Jill
hahaha.. i want a press badge.. :)
The facial hair was real too, there's a reason why people can't see it in person. It's because both my tats and my beard are too glorious for mortals to look upon without a pure heart. So really, it's not a lack of tattoo or beard on my part, it's a lack of moral fiber on yours. Sorry, guys.
"working ryan too hard"
now theres a thought.
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