Ahem

June 28, 2008 – 12:00 am

Assume any spelling or grammatical mistakes in my last entry was me being ironic. Yeah, that’s the ticket.

Mass migration to Albuquerque this weekend. What originally was just me and Lucas meeting up with Fro and Kara has turned into 2/3 of the DT coming down. The goal remains the same as before, to remain a pillar of sobriety in the face of overwhelming odds and not get thrown out of any frakking bars (like last time).

It’l be nice to be in a real city again. Might I have video and photos from the road. Depends on whether the hotel I’m staying in has free wifi or not.

Gotta goooooooooooooo

The beggining of the end

June 25, 2008 – 6:57 pm

I don’t write about my profession or my career much. I became a copy-editor for lack of a better alternative, and I hated it every second of the way. I still copy-edit one day a week, but as soon as I had the chance to get out of that field, I did so.

But I feel like I really need to say something about this.

It was one thing when they began laying off copy-editors so they could consolidate them into regional centers that service several newspapers. My own corporation pioneered this practice (my paper is safe because we’re too remote). But now, they’re experimenting with outsourcing copy-editing to India.

Let’s think about this.

Let’s think about this outside the argument of whether the practice of outsourcing is ethical.

Copy-editors are held to impossibly high standards. We’re expected to know things about the English language that no one things about, like how there’s no hyphen in “nonprofit” (even though it is ALWAYS written “non-profit” in all unedited copy I’ve EVER seen). Not only that, but we’re expected to adapt to the local dialect practiced by the individual paper, which is sure to have its own little quirky rules (like never using the verb “impact”, unless you’re literally talking about one object colliding with another).

I was not a good copy-editor. In my opinion, there are not many. It takes a unique personality to relish this kind of job, and to be successful, because every mistake is like a spear through your heart. Yours are the last eyes to touch the newspaper before it becomes incarnate. When you make a mistake, there’s no, “Well you’re only human,” pep talk, at least not in my experience. It is pointed out to you by every person in the newsroom like a booger sticking out of your nose. Letters are written to the newspaper. Snide voicemails are forwarded to your phone. People make jokes about the paper in town. The person at the video games store asks if you know “who the terrible proofreaders are at the paper,” because they happened to know the word stationary was used when the word stationery should have been used instead.

What I’m saying is that it is a daunting task for someone who has been speaking and studying the English language their entire life.

And they want to outsource this to people who speak English as a second language?

That makes sense.

Redriphominone

June 25, 2008 – 7:00 am

I’m just about done reading Wicked, and was wondering if anyone could reccommend a book for me next. Keep in mind that I prefer scifi and fantasy, although in the last few years, that pendulum has definately swung more often to the fantasy side.

I only have one thing to say regarding my lecent lack of updates

June 24, 2008 – 7:28 am

“Patrick used ‘poop.’ The attack was ineffective.”

It’s like playing baseball with snowballs

June 14, 2008 – 1:43 am

Spoiler alert, do not read if you haven’t seen any Battlestar Galactica episodes up to and including the latest crime, and intend to at some point. I think that’s mainly Maggy and Katie

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A triumph

June 2, 2008 – 7:33 am

Operation: Great Idea was a huge success. Now to make sure I got all the tags off.

I’m a genius

June 2, 2008 – 6:54 am

I have to be at work in an hour and ten minutes, but I forgot to do laundry this weekend, so I have no clothes that are remotely clean enough to wear to work.

The plan? Go buy new clothes! I call it Plan: Great Idea!

Mackenzie is effing metal

May 24, 2008 – 12:31 am

I think my cat has finally turned the corner on whatever disease she had. I say this because at some point in the last 24 hours a switch went off in her brain that changed her from “Ho, hum, I couldn’t eat a thing,” to “Holy crap. You can see my ribs. I’M STARVING TO DEATH!”

She finished all her cat food while I was at work. Not to be deterred by this, she found out where I was keeping the bag, dragged it out from its place on the top shelf and proceeded to shred the bag to pieces…yet still not actually get any food out.

It figures that any pet of mine would have amazing tenacity yet still not get anything accomplished.

Milk saga

May 19, 2008 – 12:25 pm

Last night, I went downstairs at about 11:00pm to get a cherry coke. I had spent most of the day installing Windows Vista on my computer and dealing with the subsequent fallout, and I finally had things mostly under control.

I went into the kitchen and opened the fridge. The 2-liter bottle of Cherry Coke was sitting right in the front, but what caught my eye was the blue half-gallon of milk on its right.

I knew this milk. This wasn’t Louie’s milk. He had his own milk. I bought this milk. I took this milk home. This milk was mine.

I grabbed the carton and quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching. No one was. Louie was at the bar, and my cat was upstairs locked in my bedroom until she finished her tuna.

I unscrewed the cap off the milk carton and quickly began to drink from it until it was only about half-full. Then, once I was finished, I re-screwed the cap onto the milk carton and put it back in the fridge.

And nobody did anything to stop me

May 14, 2008 – 11:18 pm

We are on the rain-slick precipice of regular updates now that I’m totally moved in. The only thing that needs to happen for regular updates to occur once more is for my cat to stop being sick and to stop bankrupting me with her sickness.  At any rate, it’s the tenth anniversary of Frank Sinatra’s death, and as I have nothing poignant to say, I’ll let Kevin Murphy of MST3k fame put it in his own words as he said on the Rifftrax blog.

“Find a clean LP copy of “In the Wee Small Hours” and play it on a good system in a comfortable room. Preferably in the evening after bar time. Listen to the whole thing. No other distractions - no cell phone, no computer, maybe a single light. Pour a little Scotch. Smoke ‘em if you got ‘em. Then you tell me: could the man sing, or could he.”