THE TIMES NEWS!!! That was the first paper I worked for, I was in high school. Welcome Sean! Come upstairs to production and say hi sometime. I would come down to the news room but since that movie last week it has smelled of Blogtownie urine.
I'm going to be in Missoula tomorrow (srsly). I will ask about you. If anybody describes your amount of deal as "insignificant" or "medium," I'm telling the others.
"Like many fly fishermen in western Montana where the summer days are almost Arctic in length, I often do not start fishing until the cool of the evening. Then in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise. Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of those rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters."
No? You're not such a big deal by Missoula standards. Good luck. You're a better fit here.
Welcome to the party. Don't let any of the regulars give you any grief, and remember that you don't _have_ to do everything Matt Davis wants you to do. That includes wearing the "Alice In Wonderland" outfit with the crotch ripped out. (If only someone had told _me_ that.)
No, seriously, welcome.
And welcome! Only time will tell if you fall into the troll-bait or trolling column. Both are fun, it's like picking your alignment in D&D.
Love, Mom
I mean...welcome.
Did you write this?
"Like many fly fishermen in western Montana where the summer days are almost Arctic in length, I often do not start fishing until the cool of the evening. Then in the Arctic half-light of the canyon, all existence fades to a being with my soul and memories and the sounds of the Big Blackfoot River and a four-count rhythm and the hope that a fish will rise. Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it. The river was cut by the world's great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of those rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters."
No? You're not such a big deal by Missoula standards. Good luck. You're a better fit here.