Saturday, January 26, 2008

You can't spell funeral without fun

I threatened a reporter today. On the phone. Actually I left a message on his voicemail. Yes, I'm a coward. I told him if he didn't get me the story I was waiting for, to get the business section out to print in five mintues, I was going to slash his tires. Of course I am all about empty threats (and promises), so here I sit still waiting. I can go home when I get this one story. My old copy editor used to say that to me. He'd hover around my desk, sighing with his hands on his hips. "I can go home when you're done," he'd say. I hated it. But now I kind of know how he feels.
It's cold again. It was 44 below zero this morning.
I really have nothing to say.
I have some big news, but I have to wait until I know for sure so I don't jinx it.
Maybe I'll be more inspired tomorrow.


Anonymous said...

Good to see you back on the air again. I know it was only six days, but I began to exhibit "withdrawal" symptoms. I do relate to being uninspired though.

KAT's Uncle, Marty b

Alaskan Dave Down Under said...

-44... Hmmmmm, I seem to remember that the end of Jan and beginning of Feb was usually the coldest time in the Interior. BRRRRRR!!! After seven years down here I'm not sure I could handle those temps anymore, especially doing anything outside like you do!

KD said...

you've turned into 'the man'... but with girl parts (at least the last time i checked!)