This week, it’s the Thorn. I fucked up last week and cost the paper $222. According to O., this is “appaling”. Poke, poke, rip. Part of me wants to go, “Hey, why don’t you take that out of my paych–oh, wait,” but I like money, and I like money for the Thorn, so I most likely should just suck it up and do better this week. I was cornered last night by our assistant ad manager, who offered (suggested, really) to come in on Thursday nights to double check things. I came very close to giving the pair of them page 2, which contains only ads and classifieds. That way,…

Stolen from EJ: Think of 3 pictures you’d like to see. Leave whatever you’d like to see in the comments. Things around my [dorm/campus/Thorn office], or whatever… something I can take a picture of easily. Once I have enough requests, I’ll start posting them. If I can’t or won’t take a picture of something you’ve requested, I’ll let you know. Hey, why not? All this bandwidth I’m paying for, surely it doesn’t get enough use. And my photographer uses a real camera, so the Thorn’s digital is available, if I’m sneaky about it. Any takers?

Sometimes I feel kinda like one of those kids whose parents fight a lot, but who is still very attached to them both. I hate to have conversations with both in the room at the same time, for fear that one will say something that I won’t have the chance to blunt the edge of [or simply delete from existence] before telling the other; that I won’t have the chance to play translator before someone gets too stressed over a misunderstanding; that the explosion I know is going to happen doesn’t happen quite so soon–maybe it will wait for another few weeks. Maybe after Thanksgiving, or Christmas, things will cool…