Seriously, finishing this article was like killing a cockroach. Everytime I thought I was finally finished and done with the Ithacan for the year, I'd get a call about SOMETHING. Whether they'd like a quote another type of source, or that source actually didn't work because they'd written for the Ithacan before, or there's another question about a training technique, etc. I seriously wanted to scream. Or throw a grocery-store I-didn't-have-my-nap-today toddler tantrum.
The good part is that I think the article turned out really well. One of my favorites, actually.
I just hope to God I don't get some phone call tonight, saying the computers blew up or something and I have to re-write.
It could happen.
The real reason I'm writing this post is because there is no way I can focus on my academic writing paper for more than 10 minutes at a time. It is mind-numbingly dull. I am starting to think that I have a talent for turning interesting things boring. Really. I start with the idea about the homogenization of country music following the September 11th attacks, and all of a sudden I'm writing about the industry's linear progression within the "massification" theory.
And all I wanted to do was write about what a tool Toby Keith is. I mean, seriously. "Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue?" Let's take a look, shall we?
"Oh, justice will be served and the battle will rage:
This big dog will fight when you rattle his cage.An' you'll be sorry that you messed with the U.S. of A.
'Cos we'll put a boot in your ass, it's the American way."
So, basically, he's embarrassing.
But even grand (profitable) displays of ignorant, war-mongering idiocy can't keep my attention.
I am going to go work now. Really.
