Welcome to the College of Miscommunications! That is the greeting I have received working for the Daily Titan. I find myself learning as I go along that the ability for any disabled person to communicate their specific needs to their employers and co-workers is important for the success and survival of the disabled person in the job environment.

It was bound to happen. In Pennsylvania this week, the first 12-step program has been instituted for those who have to compulsively check their e-mail. "Hi, I'm Jack and I'm a Goog-a-holic." It's funny to think the day would come when we would speak of such an event, and no one is in the least bit surprised.

Each year when the tax season descends upon me, I find myself daydreaming about the size of my tax return and the different ways to spend it. I can't wait to upgrade the contents of my shelves from Top Ramen and generic peanut butter to Campbell's Select and Skippy.

Dear Britney, Darling, I think you'd better sit down. We need to have a chat. Girl, what the hell happened to you? You used to be the prepubescent pop tart who captured the heart of America. With your not-so-convincing attempt at lip-synching and gyrations across the stage, you sold millions upon millions of CDs and graced the cover of every single magazine in publication.