That awkward moment when the stranger in the seat next to you decides to use your lap as a pillow... make sure you still around to the minute mark, because that's when we get to see her drooling or losing some food or something. I can't quite tell what's happening, but man do I want to give that guy an antibacterial wet wipe. (Gawker)
What I Do, Job-wise: So. Much. Other than playing on-air every day (and on DO YOU HATE IT? Sunday nights), you might get an e-mail response from me if you write in asking to know the name of a song or whether we're looking for interns. I'm all over the place, like a ninja, but less stealthy.