Strib Redux

So, I was a little surprised to wake up this morning and find out that I now have a subscription to Highlights Magazine. Oh wait, no, that's the new Strib. Ugh. It really does look like it was designed for attention deficient children. Plus, Nick Coleman, man, your old picture had a sort of benevolent grandfatherly air about it. Your new picture screams "aging hipster" or maybe, "hey, what do these blue pills do?" Either way, not an improvement. All in all, a little underwhelming considering all the hype about taking the paper into the 21st century.

Speaking of papers, how many front operations does the Pioneer Press have? We haven't had a chance yet to register the Powerhouse's new phone number on the Do Not Call List and over the last couple of days we've been inundated with subscription offers from the PiPress. And almost every one of the calls shows up as a different entity-the Jones Boys, A&R Cable, and a couple of others. What the heck? Is this how the PiPress is increasing their circulation? By just ganging up on people and beating them into submission?

One other quick note, this one to Mr. Gingrich: Newt, my man, I wasn't even the target audience of your little scribblings in the OpEd section today (reprinted from the Balitmore Sun) and I still felt condescended to. I'm about a mile to the left of your intended audience and I was still caught in the blast radius of your smug bomb. Seriously, when liberals act they're smarter than you it's annoying, but, hey, they're liberals what do you expect? When conservatives do it, it's just gruesome and usually comes off as mean spirited and a little deranged.

Anyway, sorry for the chaotic ramblings this morning. No time to edit this, and I'm still trying to get back into form after my bye week. Speaking of bye weeks, Fred Smoot, oy. At least no one coined the phrase Fred Smut yet...