With a digitized splash of red, little Jimmy gets eviscerated. As he slumps to the floor, his best friend Bobby steps over him and does a little dance. “Dude, I captured your flag,” he types.
I don’t want to write about Sept. 11’s tragedy. I don’t want to write about the pain, loss, devastation and disappointment.
Sunday was a very difficult day for me. It was a day I never thought I would see: a September Sunday without the National Football League. I wasn’t sure what to do with myself. After talking with my parents and my sisters on the telephone, I decided to do what I always do on Sunday.
The tragic events of the past week overshadowed what now seems to be a very trivial personal disappointment. Reportedly, Michael Jordan told three Chicago reporters Sept.
Sports are the last thing on my mind right now. Since Tuesday morning, when I switched on my TV to catch the last 10 minutes of SportsCenter before my 10:20 a.m.
I grab my earplugs and wiggle them out of my ears. It is not yet 7 a.m., and I am already up to my knees in chlorophyll. My sleeveless shirt is spewed with the guts of 200 dead forms of life.
So you think you’ve got what it takes to thrive in today’s glut of reality-based television shows?
John McCandless sounds ready. Downright prepared, actually. You see, Saturday not only marks the season kickoff for the touted Spartan football squad.
Yes, the stuff that’s been flooding the movie theaters lately is terrible, and pop music today is even worse. I still can’t get over the name “I Still Know What You Did Last Summer,” and bad thoughts run through my mind when I hear the name ‘N Sync.
For only $49.95, you can strip another person of his rights. The price, of course, is negotiable, but the United States opted not to even consider the offer.
We have all heard that the Internet gives us the world at our fingertips. I have information for days.
Just recently I accepted my body. I accepted my flabby upper arms, the spare tire around my waist and my jiggly thighs.
This week is my favorite time of the year. I have a birthday tomorrow, on Sunday I’ll get to watch my first Vikings game and on Saturday Spartan Stadium will host MSU’s first football game.
I watch movies. Lots and lots of movies. It’s my job - as the film reporter here at The State News, I have seen nearly every movie that has made its way into theaters in the past four months, and I’ll probably see everything coming out in the next few months. But I have a problem. Most of the movies I see stink.
Do you sometimes think you have no power whatsoever, that you are at the mercy of everyone who stands ahead of you in line, that your destiny is pretty much a done deal because you have no way to influence anything that goes on around you? Well, I think we have all had that feeling in our lives at one time or another, and sometimes we have that feeling a lot more than we should.
OK, so now what? The panel appointed to examine the circumstances surrounding last year’s poorly executed undercover investigation of Students for Economic Justice has offered the university its coveted findings. The members - a professor, a former state legislator, a former trustee and a student government leader - say the ordeal was likely carried out inadequately. Perhaps, the panel wrote, MSU administrators need to take a more thorough approach the next time they consider stomping so freely on the liberties granted to student activists. The big finish?
MSU’s campus should champion free speech and welcome an assortment of viewpoints. Unfortunately today, sparked by challenges against liberal thought, university administrators and a minority of their leftist students have acted maliciously to create a culture opposing the virtues of free speech. The campus left has undeniably censored ideas that its ideology opposes.
There is something new about the beginning of each semester that is almost as challenging as finals are at its conclusion.
With Welcome Week - or Welcome Weekend, as it was - over, 40,000 students at this university are slowly recovering. Hangovers are being drowned in bottled water.
Less than a year ago, we told each other it didn’t matter if we elected George W. Bush or Al Gore and then proceeded to make sure we’d never be able to tell who actually got elected - thus saving the trouble of having either one of them as president. Unfortunately, George W’s daddy’s friends on the Supreme Court handed him his daddy’s old job, screwing people out of the “neither of two evils” situation. Seeking to legitimize himself as the rightful heir, George W.