Thursday, February 11, 2010

Only if they're trainable.

Sometimes, the Journal of Fun and Wonderment makes me want to tear my hair out and run screaming for the hills.

It is on these occasions that I am grateful for Alpha EIC (my predecessor...I'm the Beta version), with whom I can have conversations like this:

Me: I hate this author. I hope he falls off a cliff and is eaten by a pack of rabid bluebooks.
Alpha: Make it zombie rabid bluebooks. Then you can send the zombie author after that other awful editor, and get two birds with one stone (or one pack of rabid, zombie, bluebooks).


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...How dreary—to be—Somebody!
How public—like a Frog—
To tell one's name—the livelong June—
To an admiring Bog!
-- Emily Dickinson