I am the new god of journalism
There should be an award for “best metaphor.” Tonight, I said that the chocolate and peanut butter of Ontario and Hesperia politics have mixed before.
Fake being impressed, please.
In other news, I may have (really) developed arthritis at age 36. I may be asking you to suffocate me with a pillow if the pain in my joints doesn’t ease. My hand resembles a flipper in the morning until I choke down sufficient Advil. Tests are being run by the GP here …
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Dear God,
Our computer keeps freezing. We are sitting in the newspaper room waiting to send our issue to press, but our computer won’t let us.
Please swiftly and justly fix our computer to let us put both the paper and ourselves to bed.
Amen.
Comment by Standley Lake Overview — August 20, 2008 @ 19:51