Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Relaxed cat!
Ice-T, black cat extraordinaire, survived another Halloweeen unscathed! No harm came to the kitty. No tricks. He never even knew Halloween was going on.
Dang. We pretty much missed Halloween this year. They canceled my Choctaw language class, but I didn't know it, so I went -- and by the time I waited a while and got back home, it was all but over -- just the teenagers still out mostly.
I came home to find Dr. ER, also ill-prepared for the events of the evening, with the porch light off, hoping no one rang the bell, but with a box of orange moon pies and a pile of those low-cal Oreo coookie wafer things by the door just in case.
And while Bird and YankeeBeau were in Texas Saturday and here on Sunday, some jerk stole their jack-o-lanterns off their little porch at their apartment! A--holes!
Oh, well. Onward and upward for the holiday parade! Up next: Thanksgiving and our anniversary, on Nov. 25!
--ER
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Is Nick a futura or helvetica or a serif font? :-)
Sounds like a fun story and one that a lot of people would've enjoyed reading. Heck, I might steal the idea from you for next Halloween.
Of course, I interviewed Santa Clause last December, so who am I to talk about "getting away with stuff." :-)
Sounds like a fun story and one that a lot of people would've enjoyed reading. Heck, I might steal the idea from you for next Halloween.
Of course, I interviewed Santa Clause last December, so who am I to talk about "getting away with stuff." :-)
Man, it was such a fun place.
I once calculated the actual volume of rain that fell across our circulation area -- assuming an half-inch, as I recall -- then guestimated how many large pizzas would cover the same area, then converted rain to beer -- and determined that the rainfall amounted to just about one sixpack per pizza!
Hey, when you work at a place where a heavy dew can be a front-page story, depending on the stage the wheat or cotton crop is in, ya gotta get creative! :-)
I once calculated the actual volume of rain that fell across our circulation area -- assuming an half-inch, as I recall -- then guestimated how many large pizzas would cover the same area, then converted rain to beer -- and determined that the rainfall amounted to just about one sixpack per pizza!
Hey, when you work at a place where a heavy dew can be a front-page story, depending on the stage the wheat or cotton crop is in, ya gotta get creative! :-)
OK, let me join the contest. This year I did a real estate story based on where the Easter bunny would hide eggs. Not as fun as the punkin story or the Santa on the lam, but definitely out of the norm.
It's nothing so creative as what y'all are talking about, but whoever writes our "Area Briefs" (not boo boos) occasionally gets in a zinger or two.
From today's paper:
"ECU Russian Tea Room open Nov. 2
ADA — East Central University Russian Tea Room will open to the public from 7-9 p.m. Thursday, Nov. 2, at the Regents Room. The event will feature Russian tea from Samovars, Russian candies and cookies, Russian pancakes, Russian music. Programs for the evening will include 'Russian Characters in American Comics,' by Les Brooks; renowned Ukrainian folk singer Vasyl Nechepa; Russian language and jokes by Russian people.
"The event is still not featuring Russian caviar, vodka, roulette or Mafia."
From today's paper:
"ECU Russian Tea Room open Nov. 2
ADA — East Central University Russian Tea Room will open to the public from 7-9 p.m. Thursday, Nov. 2, at the Regents Room. The event will feature Russian tea from Samovars, Russian candies and cookies, Russian pancakes, Russian music. Programs for the evening will include 'Russian Characters in American Comics,' by Les Brooks; renowned Ukrainian folk singer Vasyl Nechepa; Russian language and jokes by Russian people.
"The event is still not featuring Russian caviar, vodka, roulette or Mafia."
Kiki, that's a scream!
Worst lead I ever wrote, and I'm counting the lead on a story about construction-site thefts of metal sheeting and such wherein I got NINE puns into a 14-word sentence. This one is worse:
"Is your poinsettia deadia? Don't be upsettia. They don't last forever."
B.A.R.F. Then I went into a paragraph or two of how "poinsettia" is pronounced "poinsettia" in some parts of the country and "poinsetta" in othrer places.
But still. Oof. I was a cub! :-)
Worst lead I ever wrote, and I'm counting the lead on a story about construction-site thefts of metal sheeting and such wherein I got NINE puns into a 14-word sentence. This one is worse:
"Is your poinsettia deadia? Don't be upsettia. They don't last forever."
B.A.R.F. Then I went into a paragraph or two of how "poinsettia" is pronounced "poinsettia" in some parts of the country and "poinsetta" in othrer places.
But still. Oof. I was a cub! :-)
Them were the good ole days weren't they? No wars. No genocides. No outsourcing of the town's jobs overseas. No local election fraud. No shitting on the middle class. No pissing on every mis-spoken word of the opposition. No real horrors to put above the fold. Heck we had to set type by hand. Wouldn't do today would it? You would never get the story completely set up before you would have to change it. Yep, take me back Bertha to them simpler times.
Gahd guys, you all sound like a bunch of old farts down at the local spit and whittle club.
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Gahd guys, you all sound like a bunch of old farts down at the local spit and whittle club.
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