| | A night in the J-LabSee that guy in the picture? That's me right now. Except for the cigarette. I don't smoke those things, they're expensive and addictive. And I'm using Mac, not a typewritter. I'd rather be using a typewritter, though.
But pretty much, that's me. Tie loosened, sleeves rolled up. Mama Mia, I feel like a reporter.
However, I'm blogging. You'll find a black Klansmember sooner than you will a blogging newspaper reporter. But I try to keep up with the Times.
Back to my point. I am currently in my college's journalism laboratory. The J-Lab, as we refer to it on the street. If Chinese slave drivers were to design a room to have little slave journalists bang out propoganda articles, they would have designed our J-Lab. Who knows, maybe we outsourced. Anyway, it's about 20 degress hotter than the rest of the building, it's bare, it's windowless. It's a cave. In short, it's a good prep for real life job environments.
That, and the estrogen is heavy in the air. I'm having trouble breathing. Why did I end up the only Herald guy on staff? I've got a picture of tanks and explosions as my desktop background just so I don't lapse into effeminacy.
Sweet Mary, we're listening to the Sound of Music. Are they trying to kill me?
My newspaper editing program just had a serious error and had to shut down. Pity. The least it could have done is saved my last 20 minutes of work before it crashed. Inconsiderate twerp of a program.
The stories are in. Back to layout.
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| | Posted 9/21/2006 11:27 PM - 28 views - 8 comments
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