I’ve got my first assignment for the new paper. (Which will not replace the old paper, never fear. Dogz 4 Lyfe!) I’ll need to do three interviews for this article, which of course scares the hell out of me. All interviews scare the hell out of me. Seriously, journalism is maybe the worst idea you could have. What genius said to himself “hey, writers are incredibly introverted. That’s why they become writers and not, you know, circus clowns. Let’s invent a profession that requires writers to go out into the world every day and talk to complete strangers about their lives. Eh? Eh?”
And while we are pondering weird things, ponder this: I’m now writing for a dog newspaper and a gay newspaper. I am not gay and I don’t own a dog. Explain that if you can.
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