“Do you have a photo of your slain professor?” says reporter.
“What?” says communications person for the university. ” … I was in Norris Hall. I just got my computer back today. I’m in a temporary office. I don’t even have a pen!”
“I hate myself.”
“Do you have a photo of your slain professor?” says reporter.
“What?” says communications person for the university. ” … I was in Norris Hall. I just got my computer back today. I’m in a temporary office. I don’t even have a pen!”
“I hate myself.”
Posted in helping the nation heal, journalism
it doesn’t make your stuff any less important.
By: crankin on April 23, 2007
at 5:53 pm
I once owned a pen while driving through Virginia. Would it help if I Fed Ex’ed you a photo of me? I’m sorry. I feel bad cracking this joke. But it stands. But I am sorry about it. But I cannot take it back.
By: excruciatingly on April 23, 2007
at 11:04 pm
I really really wish this wasn’t such a funny exchange. So many possibilities. But, isn’t it interesting how the media has to exploit tragedy and situations so that the rest of us can appreciate it at all? It’s like you have to be cold just so you can put heart into something. Such a dicotomy.
Swish.
By: Monsterbeard on April 23, 2007
at 11:17 pm
i’m so sorry to everyone who has commented here, but monsterbear(d) has just blown my fucking mind.
By: L-Jo on April 24, 2007
at 12:17 am
Two hands, Teter. Two hands. You break one of them punching the brick wall, use the other.
You will prevail.
By: Kathryn on April 24, 2007
at 2:12 pm
that is classic television, Miss K. you are such a badass editor. ’twill be missed.
By: L-Jo on April 24, 2007
at 3:00 pm