Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
Self-Checkout aisles are like wheelchair ramps for introverts.
"Me thinks he doth protest too much"But congratulations are in order, you are being listened to...and that's great!
I wonder if he considered that it was most read because of the click throughs from "the Porch"?
Yeah. I couldn't keep my mouth shut. I had to snark. I hate "journalists" like that.
Okay, that's funny.The editor's defense was kind of frightening. He actually and blatantly defined news as, "Whatever gets us ratings."Shudder ...
Pax-I find that sort of honesty refreshing.The sooner everyone realizes that nooze is neither unbiased nor unfiltered, the better off we'll all be.
Wow, Tam! I get giddy when a Blogmaster posts a comment on one of my posts. You got yours in the paper!!Judging from this moron's idea of news, probably on the front page:)tweaker
I was a 'high school journalist.' Had a moment of revelation when I arrived at a state university in 1970 and found the department re-named "Journalism and Public Relations." Perhaps unfairly to PR men, I have been unsurprised at anything journalists have done since.A modestly-proposed VFTP definition of "highbrow": any brow that doesn't leave blood on the Warner Swasey eyepiece of an '03 Springfield.
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