An update on the Hungarian corpse-rum drinkers: Reuters has printed something of a retraction here.
I like how they avoid any personal responsibility, myself. Way to go for journalistic integrity! I guess that the "Oddly Enough" beat doesn't have the same fact-checking requirements; after all, half the stories would end up not being printed.
So I have struck the tiniest blow for truth that it may be possible to strike. I think I deserve a government grant and an exemption from having to do anything difficult or morally upright for at least a few weeks. Goodbye, final grading...
I'm in a punchy mood, so forgive the choppy prose. There was little sleep for me last night, and too much time was devoted to filling out an overly long profile on MySpace (I feel geeky just typing that), 'cause Chris said that Devin was over there and some other Rim graduates and even a few folks from the camp we used to counsel at in our younger days. I figured if all the cool kids were doing it, I should, too. I hear that's the way to get really popular. We'll have to see if television is giving me that truth straight.
4 comments:
In the immortal words of Homer Simpson, "Take that, liberal media!"
MySpace might make you one of the cool kids. I've only looked at the website about three times since I signed on last year, and I've gotten messages from people in high school that, sad to say, I don't even remember. I've also gotten messages from saucy ladies who apparently want me to become better acquainted with their cleavage. Marilyn can attest to that.
Still, I find it awfully...um, 'teenybopper' hasn't been in vogue for decades, but that's the word I choose to describe it, nonetheless. Those crazy kids and their cellphones and Bluetooths and Razor Prisms and Monofilament Whipsaws and Hypersentient Nanoswarm Viruses... I just don't get 'em. Twenty-three skidoo!
Are you ever blogging again? I appreciate that you like to be hassled into doing this, but if I had to shake the marbles out of Stephen King every time I wanted to hear a story, I'd want to smack him after a while :)
Maybe you're just on vacation. That's a happy thing. In that case, ignore this.
The fact that you're not blogging leads me to believe that (a) you're not home, (b) you're home but you don't want to blog, or (c) you're home, desperately want to blog, but you're trapped under something heavy. If it's either (a) or (c), please blog soon.--
Post a Comment