I completely forgot about posting these pictures.

Earlier this month, Charles Gibson anchored ABC World News from Indianapolis. And I was there.

We showed up at around 3:00pm to shoot behind-the-scenes for some upcoming promos. And ended up spending the day at the location (the St. Clair St. bridge). The part I was most looking forward to, was the close of the show. When Charlie says, “I’m Charlie Gibson, and I hope you had a good day. For all of us at ABC News, have a good night.” That’s my favorite part of the show.

And I got to see him say it. He was 10 feet from me.

Awesome.

This one caught me really off-guard the other day.

Usually two or three times a week, I make the treacherous trip down to the basement of the station. There could still be Asbestos lurking in the rafters, I’m not sure. But I do know that I have to go down there. That’s where they hide the candy.

I approached the vending machine. Trembling, I opened my wallet. I think my blood sugar was probably low; I mean I do get excited about Zingers, but not like that.

As I went to browse the bottom row, checking to see if we had Vanilla or Chocolate Zingers this week, I quickly glanced across the chip selection. You never know when you’ll need a bag of chips after the sugar rush is gone. Nothing truly interesting to see, but wait. “Did I just see a Burger King logo?” My eyes darted back to the center of the case. Thinking someone managed to get a Whopper wrapper into the vending machine I had to look. But to my surprise and disgust I saw…

Ketchup & Fries flavored chips from Burger King. Yes, you read it correctly. I think I just threw up a little bit in my mouth.

I didn’t even give them a try. And the only reason they got a second and third glance was so that I could grab my camera. That kind of flavor atrocity is on the same level as Steak-flavored ice cream or Long John Silvers.

If you’ve tried them, let me know. But I have a feeling you might be even more sane than me.

Earlier this week, I was standing in line at Walgreen’s. While I was waiting, I took a few moments to admire the delicious looking candy, cough syrup and nail clippers that occupy the “impulse buy rack.” All I could think was, “Wow, for some reason I really feel the need to buy a 5-pack of 10 minute VHS tapes.”

That feeling soon passed. Why?

Because of the greatest impulse buy item. Ever.

The Walgreen’s brand One-Step Pregnancy Test.

And not just any pregnancy test. Apparently this one is so good (or bad) you should buy two! I mean, c’mon. Who wouldn’t want to buy more and save? You’re saving $2, hell buy four.

Working these Mecum Auto Auctions up at the State Fairgrounds, I’ve had a chance to see some amazing cars. Here are just a handful of the ones going up on the block tonight (LIVE on HD Theater at 8:00 pm).

When I freelance, I always try to do my best work.

Sometimes it results it compliments, sometimes nothing, but just sometimes it results in SWAG.

That was the case with a series of shows I did this spring. I got a very nice long sleeve shirt out of the deal, but I don’t even know what I did. More importantly, I don’t think they know who I am. Here’s why I think they sent me a XXL shirt:

• He’s from Indiana
  • People from Indiana weigh three times as much as those on the coasts
• Typical sports fan
  • Too much beer and strippers
• Oh shit, we don’t remember him
  • Well, he’s only 24 so this will give him room to grow into it

Another exciting week concluded on Saturday. I was planning to write this (ridiculously short and simple) post from the Indiana State Fairgrounds before our most recent Mecum Auto Auction on HD Theater, but ended up getting distracted by work (silly work).

I must say that the funniest part of the week had to be a trip to the restroom at the Fairgrounds. The auction show took place in the Chicken Coop, and this was the sign on the wall in men’s room.

I don’t know if it’s referring to cows, some weird sexual act, or the bathroom attendants that (by the condition of the bathroom) did not exist. But just so you know, don’t do it in there.

I drive.

A lot.

We’re not talking about hour long, or even 15 minute long, commutes. But when I work freelance gigs, they tend to be fairly local (within 6 hours). Sometimes that’s just a pointless distance to fly, so I’ll drive. Make a little extra coin for my hassle.

Which is why I wanted to get a new car in the first place.

My old Stratus (Everybody: “I DRIVE A DODGE STRATUS!”) was a great car. I really enjoyed it, in fact. Sunroof, 4-disc CD changer, major mechanical repairs every 5,000 miles. I started buying it in college, but recently it was turning into a money pit, and I almost owned the whole thing (the last 5 months of loan payments I didn’t get to were for the back fifth of the car).

Blah, blah, blah, new car.

Well, I’ve only had the Impala for about 40 days and I’ve already managed to put 1,000 miles on it! I know you might say, “well that’s average if you figure oil changes every 3 months or 3,000 miles,” but look at Maggie’s Prius, it took her more than three months to get to 1,000 miles!

Oh. Were you expecting more? Nope, that’s it. Just what ran through my head when I looked down at my odometer as I was leaving work. That and how tasty a beer sounded.

You don’t say? Well she is the perfect celebrity to promote that condition.