THIS IS HOW MY WEEK WENT...... funny, I think this author and I are soul mates
How the Mainstream Media Really Work Part Twenty-seven
By TODD BABIAK
A writer's phone rings.
Writer: Hello, [Writer] speaking.
Reader: Yeah, I just wanted to let you know that I'm a smoker.
Writer: Done.
Reader: I'm not done. I'm not done in the least.
Writer: Okay.
Reader: Quit interrupting me, you [expletive].
Writer looks out his window. It is gently snowing. A man in the parking lot steps out of his Jeep, one of those curiously long Jeeps, and tosses a Tim Hortons cup on the ground. The man looks around, to see if anyone saw him. No one did. No one but the Writer, on the fifth floor, much too far away to chastise the man. Writer looks up, on his wall, and considers the photograph of a house he adores. It will be his. Oh yes, it will. A change is coming.
Reader: Hello?
Writer: Sorry.
Reader: I asked if you think I'm a disgusting human being. With how did you describe it? no dignity or self-respect?
Writer: I don't know you. I'm sure you're bursting with integrity.
Reader: Don't you [expletive] be sarcastic with me.
Writer takes a sip of tea. Rooiboos. It was hot once.
Reader: I'm a smoker.
Writer: We've established that.
Reader: You're a little [expletive] aren't you? You just go around, dumping [expletive] on people like me, regular people, while you and your [expletive] [expletive] friends in the international, whatever, [expletive] drive around in your fancy [expletive] Beemers and just [expletive] each other all day. Don't you?
Writer: I didn't catch your name, sir, at the beginning of the call.
Reader: You serve me. I'm the reader, right? You serve me.
Writer: I agree.
Reader: You don't insult me. You just don't.
Writer: I was trying to characterize the way we, as a culture, see smoking. The context, I had hoped, was a communications strategy. I think I wrote
Reader: You know sweet [expletive] well what you wrote. That tone in your voice. That tone. It's just like in your column, there. You think you're Mister [expletive] [expletive], looking down from the lofty heights of Mount [Expletive]. Am I wrong?
Writer: No.
Reader: Well, then.
Writer: I guess we've come to an understanding.
Reader: I guess we have. I'm going to have a cigarette right now. I might have two. And there's nothing you or anyone can do about it.
Writer: Enjoy.
Reader: Go ahead and [expletive] yourself all the way down Jasper Avenue.
Writer: All right. And hey, thanks for reading.
Reader: You're welcome.
fin
How the Mainstream Media Really Work Part Twenty-seven
By TODD BABIAK
A writer's phone rings.
Writer: Hello, [Writer] speaking.
Reader: Yeah, I just wanted to let you know that I'm a smoker.
Writer: Done.
Reader: I'm not done. I'm not done in the least.
Writer: Okay.
Reader: Quit interrupting me, you [expletive].
Writer looks out his window. It is gently snowing. A man in the parking lot steps out of his Jeep, one of those curiously long Jeeps, and tosses a Tim Hortons cup on the ground. The man looks around, to see if anyone saw him. No one did. No one but the Writer, on the fifth floor, much too far away to chastise the man. Writer looks up, on his wall, and considers the photograph of a house he adores. It will be his. Oh yes, it will. A change is coming.
Reader: Hello?
Writer: Sorry.
Reader: I asked if you think I'm a disgusting human being. With how did you describe it? no dignity or self-respect?
Writer: I don't know you. I'm sure you're bursting with integrity.
Reader: Don't you [expletive] be sarcastic with me.
Writer takes a sip of tea. Rooiboos. It was hot once.
Reader: I'm a smoker.
Writer: We've established that.
Reader: You're a little [expletive] aren't you? You just go around, dumping [expletive] on people like me, regular people, while you and your [expletive] [expletive] friends in the international, whatever, [expletive] drive around in your fancy [expletive] Beemers and just [expletive] each other all day. Don't you?
Writer: I didn't catch your name, sir, at the beginning of the call.
Reader: You serve me. I'm the reader, right? You serve me.
Writer: I agree.
Reader: You don't insult me. You just don't.
Writer: I was trying to characterize the way we, as a culture, see smoking. The context, I had hoped, was a communications strategy. I think I wrote
Reader: You know sweet [expletive] well what you wrote. That tone in your voice. That tone. It's just like in your column, there. You think you're Mister [expletive] [expletive], looking down from the lofty heights of Mount [Expletive]. Am I wrong?
Writer: No.
Reader: Well, then.
Writer: I guess we've come to an understanding.
Reader: I guess we have. I'm going to have a cigarette right now. I might have two. And there's nothing you or anyone can do about it.
Writer: Enjoy.
Reader: Go ahead and [expletive] yourself all the way down Jasper Avenue.
Writer: All right. And hey, thanks for reading.
Reader: You're welcome.
fin
deceptiviewfilm:
partially...You get upset about the post but then make an announcement said post
tita:
That was enjoyable. I love reading. Thanks for sharing!