Can humans do what prophets say?
Feb. 18th, 2004 09:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
aruanI'm eavesdropping in on the endlessly fascinating negotiation of a crisis situation - an eleventh-hour fax about the main suspect in a campus homicide being officially charged with first-degree murder. There's frantic shouting, pained groans, hectic negotiations and general hair-tearing insanity going on back and forth in the newsroom. Editors and beat reporters who went home twenty minutes ago are on their way back and people who were looking forward to getting out early are looking at being over deadline to get the paper to the publisher. Cameron and Laura are cutting stories, using photos as jumps, trying to bargain with the sports editor, Greg, to move the previously Page One story about some football wunderkind being drafted after his second year here.
They were gonna walk across the street soon. This was going to be a short, eminently forgettable paper full of feature pieces on Student Government candidates (and not even for president). Now, we've cut two articles entirely, chopped at least a couple of inches off two more, and there still won't be the kind of front-page layout that a story of this magnitude deserves, but damned if we won't try to make it happen in spite of all the odds.
I love my job.
In other news (heh), I'd kill for a backrub. Also, for as short a paper as we're having tomorrow, I'm on my fourth article.
"How many Alligator staffers does it take to open a can of pears?"
-Casey
Obviously, we're writers, not engineers. In our defense, it was some newfangled can opener that had no readily discernible logic to it. But man were we sad for a moment there. Oh, and speaking of, we have a new copy editor, which means I've got Monday off! Miranda, it's all you and me, baby.
There's a big difference between satisfying food and just food. That gyro and fries from Farah's just now? My soul feels sated.
[ETA: Make that five.] It's really too bad we deal solely in rules, not guidelines, when it comes to headlines.
And damn it, forgot to tape Smallville and Angel again. I so badly need a TiVo in my life.
Jon just called me a savvy, sexass bitch who rocks her accessories. Essentially. In any case, I'm taking it and running.
They were gonna walk across the street soon. This was going to be a short, eminently forgettable paper full of feature pieces on Student Government candidates (and not even for president). Now, we've cut two articles entirely, chopped at least a couple of inches off two more, and there still won't be the kind of front-page layout that a story of this magnitude deserves, but damned if we won't try to make it happen in spite of all the odds.
I love my job.
In other news (heh), I'd kill for a backrub. Also, for as short a paper as we're having tomorrow, I'm on my fourth article.
"How many Alligator staffers does it take to open a can of pears?"
-Casey
Obviously, we're writers, not engineers. In our defense, it was some newfangled can opener that had no readily discernible logic to it. But man were we sad for a moment there. Oh, and speaking of, we have a new copy editor, which means I've got Monday off! Miranda, it's all you and me, baby.
There's a big difference between satisfying food and just food. That gyro and fries from Farah's just now? My soul feels sated.
[ETA: Make that five.] It's really too bad we deal solely in rules, not guidelines, when it comes to headlines.
And damn it, forgot to tape Smallville and Angel again. I so badly need a TiVo in my life.
Jon just called me a savvy, sexass bitch who rocks her accessories. Essentially. In any case, I'm taking it and running.
