Like most normal people, I don’t care too much for clowns. Thanks, Pennywise. Seriously, though, my thing with clowns goes way back. I remember being a really small kid and having this Bozo the Clown doll that had a drawstring you could pull and he’d laugh maniacally, like something out of a nightmare. He was soft and squeezable everywhere except his head, which was made of hard plastic. Hundreds of curly red hairs sprouted from…
:) UPDATE: Um, I was afraid this was going to happen. Note to Newseum: It would be super duper awesome if you’d create permalinks for the daily front page analysis. That way, when bloggers link to, say, the analysis of all the Obama nomination front pages, they don’t come back the next day and see that their link now goes to some malarky about hockey. So, anyway, my smiley was a brief and lazy way…
Holy hell. I just had a chance to watch the Bush-endorsing-McCain press conference. Some thoughts: • McCain looks embarrassed, like he’s had to bring his father to Show and Tell and dad’s been slamming wine coolers and won’t shut up and keeps talking over him and saying what a great kid he is now that he doesn’t wet the bed or eat his boogers anymore. • Watch at 8:49 and see if you hear him…
What a surreal week it’s been. Monday night I was hanging out with Ashley and Luke, watching Wheel of Fortune, when the news kept busting in to tell us of a mass killing that had happened on Lester Street — four adults and two kids were dead in a single house, and three kids were in critical condition at Le Bonheur. It was pretty awful stuff, even without knowing all the details. Tuesday I came…
Who says nothing interesting ever happens in small towns? From the story (actually, this is the whole story at this time): TBI officials say an underground marijuana-growing operation was busted in Saltillo, Tennessee on a 600 acre farm. Investigators say marijuana plants were found inside a metal tank buried in a field in the 1000 block of Five Forks Road. The tank is about 20 feet long and eight feet tall. More than 1,000 marijuana…
My hometown newspaper finally has a website! It’s weird and hard to navigate and I don’t think much of the news other than tornado stuff has made it up, but it’s at least something.
I drove down to Hickory Hill to do some quality rubbernecking this morning (what? it’s citizen journalism), but my efforts were thwarted by the Memphis PD, which had all the streets around the mall blocked off. Everyone else in the city seemed to have had the same idea as I had, though, as the streets were choked with traffic — the kind of traffic that doesn’t really have any place to be in particular, but…
Technically, no. At least that was the argument a feisty* co-worker and I put forth last night when we got the first-edition edition papers and were looking through them for errors. “Unwitting suicide bombers” — that’s the phrase that keeps popping up in all the reports. It may seem completely stupid for me to quibble with semantics in the face of such a horrific act as strapping explosives to mentally disabled women and blowing them…
Barf: “It’s a girl power kind of thing,” Shafman says. “You’re kind of making a statement: I know I’m a woman. I know I’m the most sought after victim in regards to sexual assault, sexual abuse. So please stay away from me. If in the event you do come after me, I’m going to use my pink Taser to put you on the ground.” “Most sought after victim in regards to sexual assault”? Wow, there’s…
I’m about to pick a nit with the daily paper. I think I even beat Mediaverse to it! This is the big story on the M cover today, though it’s fairly buried in the online edition. It’s a Washington Post piece about online citizen journalists. It is curiously devoid of any reference to any Memphis citizen journalists. There are no breakout boxes with any links to local blogs that would qualify as being run by…
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