* Got to experience the fun of fog first-hand last night. Four friends of mine were flying into O’Hare after a weekend jaunt to Miami. Their flight back to our hometown out of O’Hare was cancelled. All the rental cars were gone. So I did the only thing a true friend would do: I drove to the airport and let them drive my car back to Michigan. I deserve a medal or something. (At least a pizza delivered to the newsroom.)
* The new Bush budget includes a prize, much like a box of Cracker Jack. That prize? A deficit of $410 billion this year and $407 billion in 2009. (To be fair, the Cracker Jack prizes always sucked, too.)
* Republican Rep. John Read of Georgia wants to ban restaurants from serving food to obese customers. Way to fight the good fight, Representative Read. Next up: legislated public stonings of people who loved that Gatorade dog ad.
* This file photo of an obese woman reminds me of a long-held ambition: To become so fat that my gut ends up used in some b-roll at a TV station somewhere. Can you imagine if you recognized your gut on TV? That’s what we in the biz would dub “a wake-up call.”
* That lady has nothing on this kid, who haunts me every time I even consider getting McDonald’s…
* You know what needs to be infinitely more dangerous? Refueling your car. A robot that sprays gasoline! What could possibly go wrong?
* About one-third of hit songs (including three-quarters of rap songs) have some form of explicit reference to drug, alcohol or tobacco use. Funny. I expect one out of three people is consistently high, drunk or cancer-ridden.
* Americans are spending less time outside. And that’s why we’re alive while the polar bears are drowning. Just go home, polar bears! Quit screwing around in nature.
* Super Tuesday is the kind of day I’m glad I work in the morning. Tonight is going to be a special kind of producer hell: a million live shots, wacky graphics and animations, a dozen guests and limited time.
One of those guests tonight is the venerable Walter Jacobson. I worked with Walter for about a year. Quite the character. Nothing beat hearing him rail against us leading a newscast with an overturned car on the Dan Ryan. I wish I had a button that could summon him like a genie to chastise our coverage of every car wreck and fire in a 30-mile radius.
* Matt Rodewald informs me his sister is married. I respectfully tip my cap and shovel a handful of M&M’s in my face.