You haven’t realized it yet, but that stiff, white dress shirt (forever creased from being folded up in some plastic sack and sold with a cheaply made tie), doesn’t exactly make you look like Don Draper. Think more along the lines of deranged, old-timey ice cream man or stressed-out cubicle jockey.

And pastel colored polo shirts, collars popped or unpopped, are a symbol of slavery to the whims of mall-window mannequins. It doesn’t matter how many you wear on top of one another. You’re being tricked into clearing out warehouses of stuff dudes on yachts grew tired of in the early ’80s. Polo shirts make you look like the bad guys in the “Revenge of the Nerds” movies.

And your T-shirts are comfy but unless they’re brand new, they’re sloppy. Are you really going to try to conduct yourself seriously with some wrinkled, faded sweatshop product draped over you? It’s got the Captain America shield on it for Pete’s sake.

The day was April 1, also known as April Fool’s day. It was in the middle of the week, on a Wednesday. Not only were everyone’s spirits low on this fateful hump day, but we had to deal with dumb pranks all day.

The office was tense, silent, and filled with the uneasiness that comes on such high-strung days. We each scrolled through Facebook to look at everyone’s fake relationship statuses, because that’s how people prank nowadays.

It’s officially spring in Oklahoma, meaning the weather is more unpredictable than ever. Some people like to live on the edge and have no idea what the weather is supposed to do. Some people learn about the weather on Twitter, Facebook or Instagram, and some people monitor the weather at all times, attempting to stay as informed as possible.

While I don’t hover over the television, the radio, or my phone to get news, I do like to be informed. Luckily for me, I don’t have to worry about the weather because I get notifications from my News9 Weather App.

It’s hard to believe M. Night Shyamalan was once considered one of the best filmmakers around.

His style of suspense convinced many that he could be the next Steven Spielberg or Alfred Hitchcock.

Unfortunately, as the quality of Shyamalan’s films began to decrease, so did his reputation.

Today if you decide to watch a new Shyamalan film it will more than likely not be entertaining.

Usually reviews are done of movies, music and purchasable goods, and not so much about arbitrary things that may have no relevance to most readers. Today I will review another such thing: reviews themselves.

Now before you say, “Clayton, why are you reviewing reviews? That seems pointless.” The answer is very simple. Reviews themselves are pointless, but also very fun.

I’ll start with the latter. Why are they fun? Because being opinionated is fun.