Newscoma

Well Joss Whedon fans, here is the link to the PDF previewing the new Buffy comic book.

I’ve never been a comic book girl (I liked the horror ones when I was a kid) but this seems to continue the Buffyverse.

Hat Tip to Pop Candy

Apparently Bigfoot is back on the scene outside of Maryville, Ca.

“If it’s a hoax, somebody really did a good job, if it’s not, then there’s a big creature that lives among us,” says Woodland.

All the prints appear to be from one animal walking slowly but with a stride twice that of a human.

“We measured from heel of the left foot to heel of left foot, 56 inches,” says Scott.

The footprint was gigantic. It was seven-and-a-half inches wide. The tape measure shows the impression is nearly double the length of an adult human foot.

I’m want a picture, darnit. Picturey Goodness with the big guy himself.

You know what this story comfirms. That Bigfoot has … umm … big feet. That’s a no brainer.

I found this over at Scripting News and I must say a yes and an amen.

The post talks about reporters and how they have these crazy things called lives and are people. What’s wrong with getting to know them as people instead of just bylines. I’m asked some why I’m not breaking stories from northwest Tennessee.  Why I’m not putting the “HUGE” header in the title line as I post something.

My purpose is to just talk about being at a rural newspaper. My other purpose is this is fun. When it ceases being fun, Newscoma is done.  Oh, yeah, and Bigfoot. Can’t forget that.

Now if someone is going to pay me the big bucks to break “HUGE” news, great. I get paid the little bucks at the newspaper, and Tammy Lynette and I run it and we do a darn good job because we have a staff of amazing people who work for us who care and are really neat.

That’s the job. The blog is, well, the blog. I write about the things I’m thinking about.

Like Bigfoot. Or not liking the war. Or Elvis. Or whatever the heck is on my mind at the moment.

But on another hand, I guess I want to blog about that life in rural news is pretty cool cause it’s what I know and it’s not so bad. It is groovy. It really is and maybe if you see that small town newspaper hacks are somewhat just like you are, then how can that hurt.

Seriously.

By the way, I have a buddy who works in politics in Washington who I e-mail back and forth with some. We have decided to call him Scratchy Throat.

You know, Deep Throat was sorta taken.  As was Slartibartfast, Atrios, Digby, Sarcastro and Mister Mack.

Just saying.

There really isn’t a story to go along with this but both Breaking News bars at CNN and MSNBC are reporting this:

Army Secretary Francis J. Harvey has resigned in the wake of the Walter Reed hospital scandal, Defense Secretary Robert Gates said Friday.

There should be some explanation soon.

UPDATE: Here’s the AP grab.

And here is a bit of news, not resignation oriented, but interesting nonetheless from TPMCafe.

You know the world has lost it’s mind when Switzerland accidentally invades Liechtenstein.

Whoops.

Just saying.

Here are some of my favorite quotes of the week from the blogosphere:

One person is allergic to everything in the onion family. You wouldn’t believe how much restaurants love chives and the near-tasteless parsley. Another person claims to be allergic to garlic but isn’t. And we can’t sit at a booth. Food gets sent back a lot. And as a relatively shy person, I often find the experiences painful.

Jonathan Hickman , where all I can say is I feel your pain

Of course, in the back of my brain I keep hearing my former boss at the auto repair shop telling me he wished he’d spent less time putting beans on the table and more time shelling the beans with the kids (or something like that, I wasn’t really paying attention to him when he was talking, as per usual)

Bad Bad Ivy on her life

~trying to focus on making peace with myself rather than being irritated with (almost) everyone else in the world. I really and truly don’t hate everyone, but I’ve found myself saying “I hate everyone!” way too often lately.

Shauna on Thankful Thursday

That should be obvious, but it appears that many of the folks who berate us for not supporting the troops appear to support the troops only on THE WAY TO Iraq and Afghanistan and while they are on the battlefront. Returning veterans, thankfully, are not faced with the taunts and curses of the anti-war crowd, but instead are faced with the neglect and indifference of the military bureaucracy, at least for those who come home needed long-term care. And, let me add, that finger-pointing is directed at both sides of the ‘political aisle’ for this one.

Hutchmo who is absolutely right

“If you have blood in your stool, that would be a bad thing.” Short and Fat 3/1/07

Yep, I have a job where I actually had to explain that to someone. Good times.

Short and Fat who makes me laugh

Have I ever told you guys how much I love this blogging thing?

Last night, SQ (who didn’t have to cover a playoff ballgame so had a night off) and I had to go to an After Hours event held by the Chamber. It was one of those things that you just go do and then you go on with your life. Squirrel Queen said she needed a night out on the town so we decided to just hop around the busy night club life of Hooterville. (You realize sarcasm is dripping here, right?)

Anyway, we did the meet and greet (Sen. Roy Herron was there and was trying to leave as quickly as we were. Yeah, we had a moment, talked about you-know-who over in the east part of the state and then we all ran for the door. You really want to get out of these things as soon as you can. We met, we said howdy with the local business folks and both Herron and I bolted as quickly as we could rushing to our cars with Captain America like speed parting ways.)

After we did the meet and greet, SQ and I were invited to a really nice new club after our businessy thing in Dresden. I know this is shocking but it was pretty groovy.

We met up with some friends and it was, you got it, KARAOKE NIGHT. Woot.

So, karaoke night in rural America is probably no different than karaoke night anywhere else but last night was especially wrought with a lot of Merle Haggard, Loretta Lynn and Conway Twitty fans singing their tributes to their country heroes which was charming and creepy at the same time. My friends and Squirrel Queen convinced me to get up and join the ranks of the American Idol wannabes. I initially didn’t want to, but decided, what the heck, let’s go and I can say without reservation that I was most likely the youngest singer on the stage all night, which proves to you that this was an older crowd.
I sang Broadway songs and some kitch. Hee. It’s always good to mix it up. And I was pretty good as a karaoke singing goes which means absolutely nothing in the big scheme of things.

I should be embarrassed. I’m not.

But, that’s not what I’m writing about. I’m writing about I sang for Elvis and he gave me the thumbs up.

We have a local guy who has been an Elvis Impersonator for years. He has the black dyed hair, the Elvis Jumpsuits and last night he was chilling at the bar. To see Elvis in a bright orange UT button up shirt drinking a Bud Light brought glee to my world. And also let me say, he is a really nice man as I have been associated with him through my days of doing the rural news thing because he does a lot of charity events.

He is Hooterville’s version of a celebrity.

I wasn’t paying much attention but SQ walked up to the karaoke host and gave them a song and I said I’d do it. So I sang a song from the musical “Sweet Charity” and I was the darling of the oddest mixed crowd I’ve ever seen who were very clear that they didn’t know the song and pretty much thought “Big Spender” was a new hit on the charts they had just never heard before (I sigh). Most of the folks were in their early sixties, the other half of the bar was younger folks raising some cain and then there was Elvis.

I belted out my song, laughing with the DJ who is also a man I know and got a rollicking ovation for my performance. (Yay for me, I think.) Now singing Broadway show tunes to a group of people singing John Conlee hits from 1978 was pretty funny and I did it to amuse myself. But then Elvis emerged from the darkness and, gave me the thumbs up sign and did the standard Elvis nod of the head.

I’m telling you, he came out of the shadows. It was sort of weird and groovy in a way that I cannot express in words.

Squirrel Queen was laughing so hard because I gave him a nod back and returned to my friends.

I have been anointed by the spirit of Elvis. And you can’t beat that.

And, no, I’m not going to sing karaoke for you next time I see you. I’ve had my moment in the sun with the King.