The Scrabbled: Making Fun of Each Other since '99

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So yeah, I’m a reporter in NYC. I had an absurd confrontation with a Sgt. in the NYPD on Sunday.

Basically, Queensboro bridge celebrated its centennial anniversary Sunday and because I was the only reporter on this weekend, I had to get my ass up at 7 a.m. and head to the bridge for this dog and pony show the city put on…

So a journalist by the name of David Wallace Foster died yesterday. Hung himself, it seems. Apparently that’s a big deal, though I’ve never heard of the guy. But in his various obits being posted, they keep linking to his apparently famous Consider the Lobster article for Gourmet Magazine. I like lobsters and good journalism, so I read it. And as far as I can recall, I haven’t read a more concise and honest essay on the ethics of eating other animals anywhere. It’s a phenomenal article, without a hint of preachiness or even much of a position, really. Just a meditation on our place in the food chain.

I’m feeling all proud and ambitious after recently taking home a few awards in national and state press competitions and am planning to apply for an opening at the Associated Press…