I got a new phone finally. True Story. I bought a Blackberry Pearl 8130 but that forced me to switch from Cingular to Verizon which I'm slightly worried about. Most of my friends are on Cingular so I'm hoping that I don't go over on my minutes. The phone is of the "smart phone" genus. Currently it is living up to its name, I can't figure out a damn thing on it. I've considered giving it to my two year old nephew because I'm told that the younger generation knows technology better. Everytime I try though he just ends up chewing on it and trying to flush it down the toilet. So what is a lost, scared boy such as myself to do. Read the manual? No way, reading is for old people who read my blogs, not for us youngins who have better things to do like write the blogs instead. You know what I mean. I know you do. In other news, the air conditioner is broken at the Banner so we are all sweaty and stink. Maybe that is just me because I played a show last night until 2 a.m. and was at work by 8 a.m. Certainly difficult to say. The life of the journalistic reporter is going decently. I am a reporting machine, but not as much so as Maribeth, she's the alpha model that has all the bugs worked out. I'm just the refurbished floor model of the prior generation…even though in actual real life (something I rarely talk about), she is older than I am. But don't ask her age, she's a smidgen touchy. At any rate, the weather is nice except for on the third floor of the Banner. I ate Subway today. Man it was good. We also have a new editor who reads these nonsensical rants of mine for whatever reason. I figure most of you have given up on me, those who haven't are just quiet and reserved much like myself. I drove to the gas station yesterday and saw the sign, it massively irritated my irate tendency. I know I'm not the only one though. OPEC has us bent over and we are masochistically loving it. Well for now, this is Kevin Andrew Crafton signing off. Don't forget your toothbrushes kids.