The Pen is Mightier than the Knife
As other newsrooms wrestle with budgets and staff cuts, we’re hiring.
The Real Estate desk had a busy spring; just this week our Fashion Editor filed his first story and we plan to launch our Book Review section in coming weeks.
Today, making his first contribution to these pages is editorial cartoonist, Thomas Nasty. He was intrigued that one of the defendants, Dylan Ward, is both a scholar and author of children’s literature.
-posted by Craig
Well, massage therapy and all of its happy endings were supposed to have the former diplomat/teacher/chef/author to choose “Love: the Best Profession,” as one of his book titles promises. Yet advancing wrinkles and lines on his face — as evidenced by this month’s video clip — have been brought on by impulsive choices, and, thus, writing a new “Letter from the Moon” may be much more age-appropriate than hustling as a service top/masseur. Yet, even with that convenient fall back, as Mr. Nasty suggests, there is an unescapable (and humorous in a New Yorker magazine kind of way) incongruity between Dylan as a person of interest in the Wone murder investigation and his guise as a low-budget Hans Christian Anderson. Both roles, though, imply “the empty suit” or robe of the angels of death, emblematic of his post-murder silence and/or his thin (if cluttered) resume.
The person speaking may be Joe, given the ample figure within the robe.
The cartoon does raise the (possible)continuing security threat posed by the trouple to other innocent friends and bystanders. Angels of death usually do not stop at one person.
For some of us, it would be great if you also added a Food section. There also might be an interesting Sports beat for an enterprising journalist wade around in.
Defendant Price would appear to be a natural fit for a Food critic. I am wondering what hasn’t been in her mouth at one point or another.
And lots double cheeseburgers – not to mention buckets of worms from the looks of that bullfrog neck of his.
SDI and Bea! TOUCHE!!!!!
Hee….Just makes me all the more sure that he was using meth on a regular basis until the little intruder “incident”. I say this from first hand knowledge. I gained 60 lbs during my first 4 months off of meth. I’ve since lost most of it, but it took several years and lots of hard work. Meth wrecks your metabolism, making it difficult to lose weight even with proper diet and exercise. But little Joey strikes me as someone who has had to fight being a Hefty Hideaway gal for most of his life. Bet he wishes he could still control that appetite with a few bumps, but being tweaked out like a pushy bottom in a bathhouse isn’t really advisable when one needs to keep up with a myriad of intruder tales.
The Sports desk is covered.
LOL! In addition, for a proposed sports desk, Mr. Ward would be especially well-suited for the analysis of watersports. He is much more an online observer now rather than an actual player, and this opportunity would give him something constructive to do until the trial. For more conventional, team pursuits, the Four Horsemen could lend their bought-and-paid-for perspectives, giving away their strategies to us for free, of course.
A classified section might be somewhat amusing:)
Wanted: a backbone transplant for middle-aged milquetoast of a nephew. Will pay anything; milk futures thrown in as bonus. Just call Aunt Marcia at …
Well, massage therapy and all of its happy endings were supposed to have the former diplomat/teacher/chef/author to choose “Love: the Best Profession,” as one of his book titles promises. Yet advancing wrinkles and lines on his face — as evidenced by this month’s video clip — have been brought on by impulsive choices, and, thus, writing a new “Letter from the Moon” may be much more age-appropriate than hustling as a service top/masseur. Yet, even with that convenient fall back, as Mr. Nasty suggests, there is an unescapable (and humorous in a New Yorker magazine kind of way) incongruity between Dylan as a person of interest in the Wone murder investigation and his guise as a low-budget Hans Christian Anderson. Both roles, though, imply “the empty suit” or robe of the angels of death, emblematic of his post-murder silence and/or his thin (if cluttered) resume.
The person speaking may be Joe, given the ample figure within the robe.
The cartoon does raise the (possible)continuing security threat posed by the trouple to other innocent friends and bystanders. Angels of death usually do not stop at one person.
For some of us, it would be great if you also added a Food section. There also might be an interesting Sports beat for an enterprising journalist wade around in.
Defendant Price would appear to be a natural fit for a Food critic. I am wondering what hasn’t been in her mouth at one point or another.
And lots double cheeseburgers – not to mention buckets of worms from the looks of that bullfrog neck of his.
SDI and Bea! TOUCHE!!!!!
Hee….Just makes me all the more sure that he was using meth on a regular basis until the little intruder “incident”. I say this from first hand knowledge. I gained 60 lbs during my first 4 months off of meth. I’ve since lost most of it, but it took several years and lots of hard work. Meth wrecks your metabolism, making it difficult to lose weight even with proper diet and exercise. But little Joey strikes me as someone who has had to fight being a Hefty Hideaway gal for most of his life. Bet he wishes he could still control that appetite with a few bumps, but being tweaked out like a pushy bottom in a bathhouse isn’t really advisable when one needs to keep up with a myriad of intruder tales.
The Sports desk is covered.
LOL! In addition, for a proposed sports desk, Mr. Ward would be especially well-suited for the analysis of watersports. He is much more an online observer now rather than an actual player, and this opportunity would give him something constructive to do until the trial. For more conventional, team pursuits, the Four Horsemen could lend their bought-and-paid-for perspectives, giving away their strategies to us for free, of course.
A classified section might be somewhat amusing:)
Wanted: a backbone transplant for middle-aged milquetoast of a nephew. Will pay anything; milk futures thrown in as bonus. Just call Aunt Marcia at …
Well, massage therapy and all of its happy endings were supposed to have the former diplomat/teacher/chef/author to choose “Love: the Best Profession,” as one of his book titles promises. Yet advancing wrinkles and lines on his face — as evidenced by this month’s video clip — have been brought on by impulsive choices, and, thus, writing a new “Letter from the Moon” may be much more age-appropriate than hustling as a service top/masseur. Yet, even with that convenient fall back, as Mr. Nasty suggests, there is an unescapable (and humorous in a New Yorker magazine kind of way) incongruity between Dylan as a person of interest in the Wone murder investigation and his guise as a low-budget Hans Christian Anderson. Both roles, though, imply “the empty suit” or robe of the angels of death, emblematic of his post-murder silence and/or his thin (if cluttered) resume.
The person speaking may be Joe, given the ample figure within the robe.
The cartoon does raise the (possible)continuing security threat posed by the trouple to other innocent friends and bystanders. Angels of death usually do not stop at one person.
For some of us, it would be great if you also added a Food section. There also might be an interesting Sports beat for an enterprising journalist wade around in.
Defendant Price would appear to be a natural fit for a Food critic. I am wondering what hasn’t been in her mouth at one point or another.
And lots double cheeseburgers – not to mention buckets of worms from the looks of that bullfrog neck of his.
SDI and Bea! TOUCHE!!!!!
Hee….Just makes me all the more sure that he was using meth on a regular basis until the little intruder “incident”. I say this from first hand knowledge. I gained 60 lbs during my first 4 months off of meth. I’ve since lost most of it, but it took several years and lots of hard work. Meth wrecks your metabolism, making it difficult to lose weight even with proper diet and exercise. But little Joey strikes me as someone who has had to fight being a Hefty Hideaway gal for most of his life. Bet he wishes he could still control that appetite with a few bumps, but being tweaked out like a pushy bottom in a bathhouse isn’t really advisable when one needs to keep up with a myriad of intruder tales.
The Sports desk is covered.
LOL! In addition, for a proposed sports desk, Mr. Ward would be especially well-suited for the analysis of watersports. He is much more an online observer now rather than an actual player, and this opportunity would give him something constructive to do until the trial. For more conventional, team pursuits, the Four Horsemen could lend their bought-and-paid-for perspectives, giving away their strategies to us for free, of course.
A classified section might be somewhat amusing:)
Wanted: a backbone transplant for middle-aged milquetoast of a nephew. Will pay anything; milk futures thrown in as bonus. Just call Aunt Marcia at …