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Bryce Donovan
Bryce Donovan is the humor columnist for The Post and Courier. That doesn't mean his stuff is funny, it just means he's funnier than anybody else we have here. Each week he ventures outside the building to try out new, weird and exciting things for his "It beats working" column. When he's done, he sits down at a computer and writes a first-person account of just how much company time is wasted.
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Thursday, Sept. 4, 2008
Maybe it's "bink" or maybe it's "bonk," but whatever sound that stupid dunking booth makes when one of those annoying little kids hits the target with a baseball from 6 feet away sending me plummeting down into a tank full of stinky pond water, if I never hear it again it will be too soon. Read story.
Thursday, Aug. 28, 2008
This column was supposed to be about birds.
About how the nice folks at Francis Beidler National Forest in Harleyville are catching them, studying them, marking them and then releasing them back into the wild in the hopes of learning how to better protect them in the future. Read story.
Thursday, Aug. 21, 2008
There are few sports that can seamlessly combine the act of playing the harp with killing a baby deer, but archery pulls it off. And with Olympic fever in full swing, what better time to try out the time-tested sport that makes everyone say, "Wait, they give out medals for that?" Read story.
Thursday, Aug. 14, 2008
Every four years the world's top athletes come together in the hopes of achieving one magical goal: pre-empting our primetime television.
Of course I am only joking. The Olympics are great. In fact, I absolutely love watching sports that, otherwise, I would never get to see. You know, things like water polo. Sure, I don't fully understand how the horses hold their breath for so long, but that doesn't mean I can't appreciate the subtle nuances of the game. Read story.
Thursday, Aug. 7, 2008
I am one housesitting job away from selling my own place. I'm not kidding. I've got gigs lined up so far in advance, I might not sleep in my own bed until next October. (My wife argues that, "this might have happened anyway.")
Now for those of you out there going, "But Bryce, housesitting is a pain. I'd rather just stay at my own place," shame on you. Read story.
Thursday, July 31, 2008
If you've ever looked at the black-and-white photo that accompanies my column every week and thought to yourself, "I wonder what that guy looks like in real life," well, here's your answer:
WAY whiter.
How is that possible, you ask? Well, much like salmon swimming upstream or people listening to Celine Dion, it's one of life's little unexplained mysteries. Read story.
Thursday, July 24, 2008
If you've never tried "paddleboarding," boy, are you are missing out.
"What is paddleboarding," you might ask? Well, I spent the better part of Monday doing it so that I could explain to you, with the kind of in-depth reporting and journalistic integrity you've come to expect that I have absolutely no idea. Read story.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Competitive running has never really made much sense to me. As far as I'm concerned, God gave us legs to step on accelerators and cockroaches — not run a bunch of miles when there isn't even a bear chasing you.
But that sort of bulletproof logic never quite got through to my friends who always go running, "just for fun." Read story.
Thursday, July 10, 2008
This week's marriage update: Three weeks down, a lifetime to go.
While that might sound like a negative way to look at it, I actually find it reassuring. Because being married gives you someone to share the most important things in life with. You know, things like laughter, sadness and a toothbrush. Read story.
Thursday, July 3, 2008
It's a magical thing when, after years of endlessly searching this crazy, messed-up world, you are lucky enough to find that perfect match, the one that complements you better than all the rest and makes you happier than you've ever been in your entire life. Read story.
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Every now and again, we as human beings do things that are just plain idiotic. You know, like cross the street without looking both ways or watch an entire episode of "Dr. Phil." Me? Well, last week I went to the tanning bed. Read story.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
When most people see little kids selling lemonade, they usually say, 'Aww, how adorable.' I'm no different. Except that I pronounce the word 'adorable' as: 'stupid.' Read story.
Thursday, June 5, 2008
So, I guess I should probably be thanking you for reading this column right now. But you know what? I'm kind of thank you'd out. Read story.
Thursday, May 29, 2008
With just three weeks to go until the U.S. Open golf tournament, I am busy working on my game. By which, of course, I mean drinking beer. Now that's not to say that playing golf is as simple as cracking open a couple of cold ones. No, sir. You also have to know how to operate a golf cart. Read story.
Thursday, May 22, 2008
My neck hurts. My eyesight stinks. And my hearing is making a break for it. At 33 years old, I should be in my prime. Instead, I'm in a huge plastic neck brace and a pair of glasses Elton John wouldn't be caught dead wearing. Instead of sending out that, "Sorry, ladies, I'm taken" vibe, I'm putting off more of a "Aw, poor little fella must have just gotten spayed" look. Read story.
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