the navel times and observer

And, um, kicking? Well, at least keeling over, I suppose that's a start.

I'm up here, plugging at it, no really amazing stories today though I did spend my afternoon moving from liquor store to liquor store down and up Pittsburg. Nope, didn't buy anything, though the Boulevard holiday gift pack does look tempting I think that could have been just a wee bit unprofessional. I still don't know how people do this job, but I guess at some point in the future I'll get the hang of it.

I do, after all, feel better about my job performance, just a little better about it. After all, the editors haven't mentioned any dirty little words like "review" "canned" "your ass" etc. I've made some blunders, like tonight when my cell phone was on vibrate and my editor couldn't reach me after turning a story in at about 9:30 p.m.

Which leads me to my real subject: thank the Lord for patient editors. Very patient editors. They have forgiven me dozens of missed deadlines, late phone calls, corrections, adjustments, leaving them alone while avoiding telling them that I have no stories for them, etc.

So thanks, Missle System, Spinal Meningitis, Crank Shaft and Aerodynamic Oscillator (sorry, Andy).