The Pen is Mightier When the government says you can’t write something, that’s censorship. When an editor chooses not to publish something, that is not censorship—but the effect on the writer is the same. What I’m trying to say is: If a writer doesn’t tell the editor how to edit, it seems only fair that the editor should not tell the writer how to write.
- Jim Seay
Okay. I’m not really sure what that applies to or why you sent that to us but…okay. Your logic seems to make some sort of sideways sense, but I can’t help wondering if you are trying to send a message. Maybe you’re acting on behalf of some spurned writer who felt that our heavy-handed editors made cheap sausage out of their prime rib prose. Perhaps you are working on their behalf in an elaborate plot to exact literary revenge. Is that it Jim? Do you have dishonorable intentions? Is it your wish to besmirch us? Should we gird our loins for the coming besmirchment? Answer me! Answer me, you ballpoint-on-looseleaf-writing assassin! Gosh DARN you Mr. Seay! Gosh darn you to HECK! [Freeze-frame, fade to black, cue titles: “To Be Continued”]
Byrd Watching Here’s something new for me: It’s a blog set up to help me with a book-writing project. I want to write a book on the history of the Byrd Theatre. Click here [http://justiceleagueva.blogspot.com] to go to “BYRDistheword.” Any help you can give me to publicize the blog will be appreciated.
- Terry
Sure thing. Consider yourself publicized. I also see you’re soliciting personal memories of the Byrd and I’ve got a doozy that involves a midnight showing of “Pink Flamingos” and throwing up in my own mouth… but that will have to wait. What I’m really curious about is the web address for your book project. Justice League VA? What does that mean? Because if it means what I think it means—that you are organizing a group of superheroes to help defend the Commonwealth—I want in. I’m not very good with heights and my weakness for Lemon Bars has retarded my abdominal muscle growth, but I’ve got spunk. I got lots of spunk and more importantly, I have a genuine passion for defending my home state against evildoers. That includes aliens, terrorists and rogue herds of robot Bison (ask me about my screenplay).
Seriously, if this whole Byrd Theatre book thing is a ruse so that you can openly recruit superheroes, you’ve got to let me audition. Give me four to six weeks to slim down to my “unitard weight” and I promise I’ll dazzle you. I can provide references if necessary.
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- Belinda Johns
Wow. That sounds incredibly tempting, but I’m going to have to pass. And I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that I will always pass as long as you continue befouling my inbox with your scummy, scammy spam. I would ask you how you live with yourself, preying on the unintelligent and the weak-willed with your fancy promises of quick wealth and speedy fortune. But that’s assuming you are alive.
Odds are you’re just another dinged up PC that’s been sold into this line of work, an innocent hard drive who got lured in by some fast-talking chumps with shiny gold jewelry. They probably promised you a new keyboard and some meaty processor upgrades. Most likely they tempted you with some nubile chickie who comes by every night with a can of compressed air to whoosh out all your dirty spots. Maybe you got all that and more. But ask yourself, Dell or Compaq or IBM… or whatever your name is… was it worth it?
Were the quick cheap thrills good enough to quell the guilt that comes from spending your days and nights blasting millions of filthy spams all over the world? Were they good enough to make you forget the fact that your job is to bring misery to billions of computer users every single day by mucking up email inboxes with your putrid lies and empty promises? ANSWER ME! [Freeze-frame, fade to black, cue titles: “To Be Continued”]
Fate of the Union Did you watch the State of the Union address on Tuesday night? What a speech! I got choked up when the President started giving those balcony shout-outs. He really helped paint a portrait of my America, a land filled with enormous, millionaire NBA stars from the Congo; bored blonde housewives who start multi-million dollar baby video businesses then sell to Disney; selfless subway heroes who leap into the path of oncoming trains to help strangers and beefy, twentysomething Marines who are riddled with shrapnel. I can understand the Marine. He’s there because he has to be. Plus the President needs to show how much using young men and women as insurgent target practice is helping protect the country. But the rest just seemed like some sort of human circus. You know, like how the news always ends with video of a waterskiing squirrel or a hot dog eating contest? It was just weird..
- Brent
I missed that show, but it sounds like a good one. State of the Union… is that the one with Geena Davis or Jimmy Smits?
True Stories of Love Gone Wrong In honor of Valentine’s Day, we asked some folks to share their tales of romantic woe...
