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Wednesday, June 23, 2004
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Ah yes, ye old podium...

I remember way back in the day when I was head dork... err... I mean drum major. We didn't have that fancy new-fangled thing you guys know as "the podium." We had to make due with something that seemed to be left over from the late 50's... possibly mid-to-late 90's... I'm not sure. Eitherway, after witnessing it collapse one day, and generally feeling very uncomfortable on such a rickety old piece of aluminum that swayed with even the lightest of breezes, I started paying very close attention to how and where it was set up for a show by freshman that possibly hated my guts at that time. My dad even laughed at me because after getting the band on the field I would walk up to the podium and give it a good shake before scaling it to count off the band and then sit there waving my arms while no one watched me. He said I was "preflighting the podium." It's not that falling off the podium wouldn't have been funny, and being the fan of comedy that I am, I'm sure I would have enjoyed the laughter more than I would this poorly constructed sentence and the chiding I will undoubtedly receive from a certain member of the tagboard for my grammatical errors... I'm just not sure that I wouldn't break something important while falling on the marimba, you know, like my spleen or pancreas.

On a different note, it has come to our attention that no one is buying anything from the convogi-store. Come on people, I know money is tight, gas is expensive, and fashion spoken in a positive and the word convogination don't appear in the same sentence, but years from now, you'll look back on that t-shirt, hat, clock, mouse pad, or gizbee and be proud that you made a difference in the world. I just want you all to know that we give .0005% of every purchase to a worthy cause. When someone actually buys something, we'll figure out what that cause is and do something about it, but it's probably a worthy cause nonetheless. Probably something about providing under-privileged dolphins with convoginatorial ingredients... I'll stop talking now.... BUY SOMETHING!!!

mmm... cookies...
Jeff C.


 
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