The super-good practicum continues to be super good. It's going so well that the Negative Norman part of my personality is really starting to flare up. I'm nervous because I'm certain that the Super Colossal Screw-up is waiting just around the corner, waiting patiently for the right moment to jump out and say "HAH! YOU'RE AN IDIOT!"

So yesterday, the good coolness of the practicum continued. We were told in an early morning meeting with the Editor-in-chief and assistant editor that a fairly-famous movie/tv/something star (they weren't quite certain) was going to be coming to the magazine for a meeting with the president. They weren't certain of her credentials, "She's on some tv show. It's called Small World?" No, it's not a tv show about life in a ride at Disneyland...although that might make a good reality tv show. Who can last the longest listening to that (sorry, but it is ) really, gratingly, mind-numbingly annoying song. But anyhow...

It seems that this semi-famous star is fed up, like many semi-famous stars, of being portrayed only in gossip/tabloid/entertainment magazines. "We're serious, and we're smart, and we can help," they pout, while making millions of dollars for no good reason other than they look good on camera (well, some can act). So they've decided to start their own famous-people-can-save-the-planet magazine, and they stopped by the office to get some information about the magazine world. While the president was taking this starlet and her blonde friend for a tour, I leaned over to my practicum partner and whispered "he's not even going to acknowledge us peons," and, he didn't.

Thanks for the validation. I think that I'll just scurry back into my quaint little corner of the office habitrail.

In some ways, I'm soooo jealous of those of you who are doing nothing but watch movies and sleep in. And least the semi-celibrities shun you from a distance.