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Seattle Int'l Beer Festival Ends at 7 p.m.
Uh-oh. Truly insipid story in this morning's Pee-Eye headlined "College freshmen, profs often befuddled by culture gap." Example: today's 18-year-old freshmen don't know about Apartheid, haven't seen the Godfather movies; their profs have to give mini-history lectures and take in Superbad to learn what the kids are talking about.
Within minutes, three dozen or so comments, most of them asking WTF.
Seattlest goes in search of answers. Not the reporter's fault, surely. She's just following orders. So who assigned this drivel? We send an email to reporter Christine Frey, which bounces back as follows:
I am no longer working for the Seattle P-I. If this is regarding a higher education story, please contact education editor Scott Sunde at scottsunde@seattlepi.com or (206) 448-8331.We leave voicemail with education editor Sunde seeking clarification. (Update in the Comments).
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Updating this story ... Scott Sunde sends email
Kinda makes you wonder.Did you send a link to the story? This is just sad. This is just a sad day in general.
Geez, Ronald, have you ever written a complimentary thing in your sad little life? Everybody else is beneath your vast intellect, every story written doesn't measure up to your highly polished writing skills, and all but a few restaurants don't even approach your gastronomic standards.
Meanwhile, you've obviously reached the pinnacle of the profession, writing for this sad little blog that gets almost no reaction to anything that appears in it.
At least I don't complain about dead gnats, like that defrocked freelance blogger Leslie Kelly. Now, that's sad, wouldn't you say? Unless, of course, you're Leslie Kelly.
David Bowie wrote this song about Seattlest:
Little sad blog that sold it's soul,
Little sad blog that sold it's dream...
Pathetic little sad blog,
No one's bloody laughing,
The clown that no one laughs at,
They all just wish it'd die.
It's so depressed at being hated,
Saddy takes its own life,
It would blow its stupid brains out,
But the twat would probably miss.
It sold its soul for a shot at fame,
Catchphrase and wig and the jokes are lame,
It's got no style, it's got no grace,
It's banal and facile, it's a sad waste of space
See its pug-nosed face...Pug, pug, pug, pug,
See its pug-nosed face...Pug, pug, pug, pug,
See its pug-nosed face...Pug, pug, pug, pug,
The little sad blog with the pug-nosed face, Pug, pug, pug, pug,
Little sad blog, pug-nosed face, Pug, pug, pug, pug,
It's a little sad pug-nosed face, Pug, pug, pug, pug.
I read that story early today, too. What's the deal? You should follow up again :P