Ok, so I'm all settled here in San Antonio. The baby, however, has decided that I can't take a lot of time to update this silly page. Thus, please enjoy this link to my very first hometown news story.
Sunday, February 1, 2009
I’ve Found Pee-Wee’s Bicycle
I have no idea if anyone actually reads this. I have a growing suspicion that this site exists solely for a variety of stalkers. People looking for friends that have been avoiding them for years; Ex lovers who feel queezy at the mention of your name. That sort of thing. Yet, here I am, updating this damned website for the three friends who may wonder by here at some point and think to themselves, "self, I wonder if old Drew is alive." Good news, three friends. As of the time of this writing, at least, I am alive...
So, you may ask, where am I?
Texas.
Yes, of all places, the army has sent me to Texas. San Antonio, to be precise. I'm now the newest member of the Army Airforce Hometown News Service. If you're wondering what that is, you're in good company. It seems that the vast majority of the army itself doesn't know about Hometown News, even though they are the ones who sent me here. Hometown News was even surprised to see me. No one told them I was coming. The military, despite what they'd have you believe, is not always the most organized bunch.
Still, I'm happy to be here. Here's a little insight into what we do. You know those little greetings that you see on TV around the holidays? The ones with soldiers stationed all over the world waving and saying "hi" to their families? We film those. We travel all over the world, visiting dozens of countries, filming service members so that their loved ones back home can see them for Christmas (or whatever). During the rest of the year, we cover all kinds of news and events around the states and the world. When something major happens (like the Iraq war or Tsunami from some years back), Hometown News is usually there as fast (or faster) than CNN.
So I'm very excited to be here. At the moment, however, I am not really comfortable. Through a series of botched communications, I'm stuck in temporary housing. The place I'm staying is nice, if a bit cramped, but I miss my family. My fingers remain crossed, however, that all will work itself out soon. If you're reading this, call me. I'm sure (as one of my three friends) that I'd love to talk to you.
This isn't a desperate cry of loneliness coming from deep in the heart of Texas. I swear.
Nice Music
As I've poked around MySpace a bit, I've noticed a strange trend: music that plays automatically when I enter someone's site. Who decided that this was a reasonable or even desirable thing to do? Here I am, clicking along innocently, when a random song blares out of my laptop's speakers and scares the bejesus out of me.
I'm a radio guy by trade, so I really enjoy and appreciate music. That is, I appreciate my own music. I'm not nearly as interested in what someone else is listening to. Don't get me wrong, I think that having the option to link up some of your favorite tunes on your MySpace page for others to sample and enjoy is the cat's freakin' pajamas. Why, however, is everyone blasting this stuff at me the minute I wander into their page? If you came over to my house, would it be cool if I met you at the door blasting Def Leppard in your general direction?
It would be one thing if you were a member of Def Leppard. (Say, for example, you're the one-armed drummer). If this were the case, firing up Pour Some Sugar on Me for anyone and everyone in earshot might make sense. If, on the other hand, you work at Denny's, it seems random and a bit crazy to great me with a song whenever I stop in to find out which Magic: The Gathering color you are.
To alleviate this problem, I plan to post a list of approved bands to each and every person I know. As long as everyone sticks to these groups, my enjoyment of MySpace will continue.
Thank you for your time.
I'm a radio guy by trade, so I really enjoy and appreciate music. That is, I appreciate my own music. I'm not nearly as interested in what someone else is listening to. Don't get me wrong, I think that having the option to link up some of your favorite tunes on your MySpace page for others to sample and enjoy is the cat's freakin' pajamas. Why, however, is everyone blasting this stuff at me the minute I wander into their page? If you came over to my house, would it be cool if I met you at the door blasting Def Leppard in your general direction?
It would be one thing if you were a member of Def Leppard. (Say, for example, you're the one-armed drummer). If this were the case, firing up Pour Some Sugar on Me for anyone and everyone in earshot might make sense. If, on the other hand, you work at Denny's, it seems random and a bit crazy to great me with a song whenever I stop in to find out which Magic: The Gathering color you are.
To alleviate this problem, I plan to post a list of approved bands to each and every person I know. As long as everyone sticks to these groups, my enjoyment of MySpace will continue.
Thank you for your time.
In the Army Now
I officially signed on the dotted line, raised my right hand, and swore an oath to defend the constitution of the United States. How I'm going to be doing this as a broadcast journalist remains to be seen, but by God I'm ready to do my part. Here's a link to my eventual job in the army: http://www.goarmy.com/JobDetail.do?id=14
I leave for basic training on July 17th. I quit my job to free up time for family and friends. If you want to see me before I go to beautiful Fort Jackson, SC (http://www.jackson.army.mil/Area/aboutFtJ.htm) call, e-mail, or just show up.
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