Back when quite a few reporters and editors still sucked on cigarettes in newsrooms, I worked with a smoker who typed from a slouched position.
He looked like he was doing the luge.
At least a couple of times a week, a chunk of smoldering ash would fall onto his shirt without him noticing. A few minutes later, he would realize a small hole was being created in his garment by the embers. Maybe he felt the heat. Anyway, he would erupt in a volcano of profanity as he flailed away at the cigarette ash.
At first, it was sort of funny. And I have no business complaining about off-color language. But after witnessing these performances1,000 times, it started to get old.
I had a journalism professor in college who used to refer to the hypothetical location of his students' first newspaper jobs.
“East Jesus, Ohio,” he said.
I always thought he made that up. But this morning, I noticed something online. Other people say that, too.
All I could do was shake my head.
Have you ever discovered that something you thought was original or unique wasn't?
My SR colleague is going through a boxed set of every season of “The Twilight Zone.”
A worthwhile undertaking, I'd say.
Presented without comment.
Maybe. Maybe not. But one thing that can be said for this list is that its creator was not afraid to include some pop stuff and it isn't just a painfully esoteric compilation of obscurity.
The neighbor's cat stopped by for a snack this afternoon.
She polished off most of her treats. It's a two-paper-plate operation on the back porch.
A bit later, she was ready for a little more. It was then I noticed that a decent sized slug had crawled onto one of the plates.
Have you seen one yet this year?
I once worked for an editor whose wife would walk through the newsroom and hand out invitations to social gatherings.
The thing is, not everyone received the invites.
It was sort of “One for you…one for you…one for you…NOT YOU…one for you…NOT YOU…”
Call me crazy. But it seemed like bad manners.
I recommend reading this review first.
Wouldn't this be sort of itchy and scratchy?
Do you know? Do you care?
When I was a kid, I could have told you pretty much where everyone on our block went to church. If, that is, they went to church at all.
It was not a big deal. But I knew.
Now? No idea, really.