I can't complain but sometimes I still do
I always felt that Steve's column and articles (I could usually tell which ones he penned) pushed the envelope too much for a family newspaper like the Post-Crescent.
Ironically, I often thought to myself, "Who does he think he's writing for, The Onion?"
PS Now will you get rid of that stupid last page of mindless tidbits. What a waste of newsprint. I hope Steve's replacement is a little more mature.
Me, too.
posted by Steve Hyden @ 2:18 PM
I can't complain but sometimes I still do
My name is Steve and I'm a newspaper reporter and writer living in northeast Wisconsin, which is just below the armpit created by the bulk of the state and the peninsula. I don't live in the actual armpit, which is Green Bay, which is a place where fat people sit on their porches and watch traffic go by when the Packers aren't in season. I live in Appleton, a place where slightly less fat people do slightly more interesting things, like watch NASCAR, which is traffic with better camera work. I like living here 79 percent of the time. I fancy myself a deep thinker, an iconoclast, a man who can enjoy both high and low culture. Think Chuck Klosterman with a dose of Jack Nicholson from "Five Easy Pieces." However, I suspect I am not nearly as cool as I think I am. I may in fact be a dork. For example, look at how I described myself a few sentences earlier. What can I say? I'm the guy who started listening to the Clash when he was 13 not because he was reacting against the repressive Republican regime he had lived under most of his life, but because John Cusack wore a Clash T-shirt in "Say Anything..."
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I blame "It's Your Call" for my creeping hair loss. And for my complete lack of faith in humanity. And maybe for my curiosity of whether or not evolution truly exists.
I dialed your extension today to see what would happen. I imagined it would just ring and ring, nobody's home, Elvis has left the building.
So imagine my surprise when "Julie" picked up on the first ring.
"Oops," I lied. "I think I've dialed the wrong number."
"Are you calling for Steve?" she asked. "His last day was yesterday."
I acted surprised. "Oh, OK. Thanks."
So I guess when Elvis leaves the building, someone else answers his phone. Whatever. Congrats on a great run at the P-C and an exciting future with the Onion.
And now I've reached my cheese limit for the day.
Lori
Paul - where can Funnyman be downloaded?
The guy who handles It's Your Call - a veryveryveryvery close friend of mine - says you don't know the half. For every call that makes it in the paper, he has to listen to 6-8 of them not worthy of it. It's the bane of his existence.
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