It took some hard pushin’, but I birthed ‘nother project for Bridge. Public-employee pensions, woo, but it’s over. I spent a chunk of today reporting a much lighter piece, and once the end-of-the-term grading is done, I’ll have a much lighter step to match.
And in the meantime, all I have to do is kill dozens of comments out of my email, not from Bridge readers but from Mlive, the newspaper/digital platform where we share our content. Apparently there are people in the world who have nothing better to do than snipe back and forth on newspaper comment boards.
Life is too short for that, but maybe not when your main point consists of honk and the person you’re arguing with says honk-honk.
Good lord, but there’s some bloggage to get to today, so let’s.
This was destined to go viral the minute the judge said, “Hot dog!” So enjoy. (You can’t see his hot dog.)
A naked man runs through my neighborhood. And I MISSED IT. Streaking isn’t back; he’s just a meth casualty released from the psych ward too soon.
Frank Rich on something that isn’t exactly news, but a decent primer on the sugar daddies swinging their moneybags in the current election.
And speaking of public-employee pensions, David Von Drehle tells a story better than I ever could — Rhode Island’s.
Off to edit some copy.