Today, I'd like to talk to you all about the concept of ten minutes. In ten minutes, one can commit murder, asphyxiate an otter (probably), type an unjustifiably rude journal entry, or even write an article for the paper. I know you all lead terribly busy lives, do homework, hold jobs, smoke grass, whatever, but the point remains that somewhere in ( Read more... )

Okay, kids. You may or may not have noticed that no extraneous issue of the paper has been printed. You may also have noticed that Jane is trying to sell a crushed rosebush. You may also notice that I have not slept in two, going on three days. You may have not noticed the fact that I am whining about this fact without pride or shame.

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I'll just ask:

Is there some reason that almost everyone, upon meeting me, sees fit to threaten me with immediate or future bodily harm?

Is there?

It took a day for the police to finally process their desire to speak with me further. But they did, and they did, and this is how it went:

( Cut for exceptional indignity )

It’s happened to most of you already, but I had my first encounter with the police last night. I’ve been setting up templates in the (vain) hope that I can print an unscheduled edition of the newspaper, and therefore have resumed living in the newspaper office. I left around one last night, turned off the computers, locked the room, and went on my ( Read more... )

It's no real use introducing the Unfortunate Incident of Mr. Roberts in the Night, as I'm sure you all know and have already contacted lawyers, sources of bail, and other potentially useful parties.

But there are some things about the nature of this "investigation" that are peculiar. And I say this in an intellectual, speculative way only. Because ( Read more... )

If I catch anyone so much as dog-earing a corner of the paper, I will BEAT YOU UP. That's a promise.

It's up.

Finished printing at five-thirty in the morning, distributed by six. I only had time to scan it after school, but hopefully you've all had a chance to read it.

I know everyone has heard my complain about The Paper for Almost Three Weeks, but if you'll stand a little more I assure you there will be less bravado. Frankly, I expected more of ( Read more... )

Business:

If I ever promised to shut up about the newspaper, I obviously lied. It is now Thursday, and the deadline for submission is Friday (and will remain Friday). I have, of yet, very few newspaper submissions in my inbox.

There need to be more.

There will be more by Friday at midnight.

Thank you.

Other:

Actually I have very little else to ( Read more... )

Last night, I brought a physics book, some Greek exercises, and what submissions there already are, and locked myself in the pressroom. While the night was for the most part productive, I’m sure no one wants to hear about it, and far more interesting things happened in these journals.

I spoke to Lovecraft, with whom I share a Social Studies class ( Read more... )