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Happy Mew Year
Jan. 2nd, 2009 07:27 pmAccording to my "Hooray for Everything" calendar, which I got from Lindsay Jane, today is
... who can't be bothered to celebrate on time
New Year's Day for Cats
... who can't be bothered to celebrate on time
Jan. 2nd, 2009
In defense of hard-nosed editors...
Jan. 2nd, 2009 08:49 pmThose of us who frequent the 9 Chickweed Lane world have been put on notice that next week will consist of reruns... because Brooke missed his deadline by 30 minutes.
As much fun as it would be to depict the evil blaggards being crushed under 16-ton weights, I have a suspicion their draconian policies are in place for a reason.
For a while, Husqvarna chainsaws in Sweden carried the warning label, "Do not attempt to stop chain with hands or genitals!" Why, one wonders, were they prompted to create such a bizarre admonition? There's only one answer... someone tried to do it.
So moving forward, I can only imagine that syndicate timelines are in place, not because of some Dilbertesque mercuriality, but because when one is dealing with hundreds, if not thousands of newspapers, a delay is tantamount to dumping sugar in your Lamborghini's gas tank. Things are going to get gummed up all the way down the line.
None of this is going to keep me from weeping bitterly into my O'Doul's throughout the coming week, as I wonder what little twists and turns the saga of Amos, Edda and the Concours Forrestier will take. To make his Brookeship miss a deadline, the points must be fine indeed.
The waiting will make the enjoyment all the sweeter.
As much fun as it would be to depict the evil blaggards being crushed under 16-ton weights, I have a suspicion their draconian policies are in place for a reason.
For a while, Husqvarna chainsaws in Sweden carried the warning label, "Do not attempt to stop chain with hands or genitals!" Why, one wonders, were they prompted to create such a bizarre admonition? There's only one answer... someone tried to do it.
So moving forward, I can only imagine that syndicate timelines are in place, not because of some Dilbertesque mercuriality, but because when one is dealing with hundreds, if not thousands of newspapers, a delay is tantamount to dumping sugar in your Lamborghini's gas tank. Things are going to get gummed up all the way down the line.
None of this is going to keep me from weeping bitterly into my O'Doul's throughout the coming week, as I wonder what little twists and turns the saga of Amos, Edda and the Concours Forrestier will take. To make his Brookeship miss a deadline, the points must be fine indeed.
The waiting will make the enjoyment all the sweeter.
