VOTING and MISCELLANEOUS RAMBLINGS
Get ready to vote:
Make sure you are voting for Hanson in the International Artists' Poll.
This is from Beth...You know those popsicle sticks that have riddles on them? Here's the one I got today:
"WHAT DO YOU FIND IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE?"
"THE LETTER H."
[H = HANSON!] Too cool!
Hey gang to read an article about us that appeared in the Detroit Free Press right before the concert at Pine Knob click on the really strange word that follows this sentence. FREEP
Just some funny little stories about some Hanson Inspired embarrasing moments brought to you by Jeanine...
I was downloading and printing internet photos for my friend (age 34) who is extremely Taylor-obsessed (you know how those people are...) Unfortunately, the color printer was shared by the whole floor, and I didn't know that someone was printing color transparencies. Luckily, it was a good friend, who walked by my desk, said, "Are these yours?" and handed me the photos on transparency film. Instead of apologizing, I jumped up, said "There's another page!" and ran off to the printer.
After I moved to another office (in the same company) I was having big problems with my computer (disappearing files and stuff). I was afraid they might have been caused because I installed PhotoWorks (screen saver program) which we aren't supposed to do. Finally, one of the company techies was sitting at my desk, and I mentioned my fear to him (if that was the cause, he was going to find out anyway) and he said he didn't think that caused the problem. He had to go into "Recent Files" and there were the names of all the jpg files I'd used for the screen saver, like twenty of those and maybe two work-related files. The techie and his co-worker were staring at this list oddly, and the first guy said, "What is 'Zac'?" I said, "Oh, just one of the photos I used for that screen saver." I was happy that he didn't press the issue, and he was able to conclude that my screen saver hadn't blown the whole system.
Finally, a non-embarrassing story... my co-workers (in the old office) would tease me and try to get a rise out of me for my odd choice of wallpaper (back then that LaChapelle Hanson photo, in tile format) and my habit of printing out those 'net pictures. They would never believe me when I said they were for a friend. One Monday morning, one of these women, a vice president somewhere in her thirties, stopped as she was walking past my desk, looked at me with quivering lips, and said, "Do you have any -- any -- any pictures of Taylor...?" I thought about it, remembered that I had just bought that confounded song book on Saturday and might still have it in my bag. I handed it to her, she looked at the pictures for a few minutes, and before giving it back, said defensively (to no one in particular, but we were all staring at her oddly) "I don't like them! I just like Taylor!" and walked off to her office.
