Hello! I'm Mr. Selfish, the blogger who barely visits your blogs but thinks you'll be delighted and thrilled when I write a blog telling you I've been published again.
Me! Me! Me!
Yes, that's right; I've bamboozled another editor. As a matter of fact, by Saturday it will be at least two of them. I have a piece in one paper today and I'll have another piece in two different papers on Saturday. If you'll make the effort to go to the websites and leave happy commentary, I'll repay you by asking you to do the same again the next time I'm published.
I know! You're welcome!
Aw, what the heck; I'll cut myself some slack. I'm really not a bad guy. When I win my first Pulitzer, you'll all be invited to The Pleasant Cafe for pizza.
Speaking of pizza, that's what my piece in The Boston Herald is about.
Please go there, read my words, and leave a comment (unless you hate my words, in which case clam up.)
This Saturday, I'll have a column in The Patriot Ledger (also in The Brockton Enterprise) and it will not be about pizza. It will be about smoking. The Ledger asked me for a headshot, so there will probably be a photo of me accompanying the column. I don't know how they think that's going to help circulation, but it's the only face I've got and I'll leave the business decisions to them.
So there you have it. Or, rather, HERE you have it. Please go read my deathless prose and give The Herald reason to be happy they pulled me out of the gutter. I will thank you by at least thinking of you. It's possible I could be over to your place later, but the road to hell is paved with me.
(Seriously - You all remain in my prayers, and I am extremely thankful when you leave a comment on one of my newspaper pieces. All you need do, to secure a favor in future, is ask.)
Soon (by which I mean Saturday, when I'll remind you about the piece in The Ledger) with more better stuff.
16 comments:
The Herald has a new commenting system; I went into a moderation queue. But I'm there... assuming I make the cut.
Yay! Congratulations!!! I'll try to get over there to read and comment, but I think these days I'm helping you pave the road to hell. :)
You go, Suldog! Even a heathen (non-Yankee) like myself knows how to eat pizza.
Good stuff, Jim. But you really do have me craving pizza now.
I'd have commented here sooner, but it just now showed up in my blog feed.
Blooger's acting strange again.
I'm glad you stuck to what you know about pizza... eating it.
From your article it is obvious you're an expert on that subject.
Went there.
Re-registered.
Commented.
I have a new user id there.
Apparently, they (Boston Herald) didn't like the old me.
Very nice piece. But folks from Boston have their own revisionist geography, as well. A fellow I know insists that Brooklyn is NOT part of the Long Island land mass, and that the river flowing by the archway in St. Louis is NOT the Mississippi, but the Missouri River. No official map will convince him otherwise.
They are once again refusing to let me post a comment, even though i've signed in. Don't worry, i'll keep trying. They irritate me enough that i won't let them win.
loving it ..
oh, i meant to say i fold my pizza no matter how many 'toppings' it has and use a map of boston, er, cambridge as a napkin to absorb the drippy greasy stuff
You rock, ya ol' dog ya.
:-)
Pearl
How do you manage to be so funny?!! Loved your post more than the pizza story, the main reason being I couldn't quite relate to the second half comprising mostly of team names which I'm not too familiar with. But your upper half rocks! (Pun unintended.)
So getting fired from your previous employment was worth it......
See that kid right there? Yeah, him, the red-headed one. The one shivering in the train station terminal trying to light a cigarette after playing in his band while snot-sicles are on his face. That kid is going to be a famous writer one day. Mark my words...
Made my night, MDGF!
You crack me up :)
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