The feedback from my ridiculous "Chasing Down A Logo" article over on BeA Design Group keeps rolling in. One daily reader of this site mentioned to me last night at the bar that he wishes The Reader had local writers doing this kind of writing for them.
"They should just give you some space to tell whatever funny story happened to you the past week. All the crazy stuff that happens to you, it would be a huge hit I'm sure. Plus It would be local content, which I know they always want more of. Seriously, they pay to run syndicated generic national stories now. You telling me they wouldn't rather have something local? Hell, they might even pay you to do it."
I shouldn't say this, but I'd do it for free. The thrill of writing a weekly column in a printed newspaper is fun as hell. I used to have a column back when I was Editor of my college newspaper, and the thrill of holding a printed version -- and seeing it distributed all over campus -- far trumps whatever satisfaction I get from writing electronic articles on this site. The constraints of print media would be a welcome challenge that I'd very much like to tackle again someday.
I really doubt anything I write is good enough for such a wide audience as The Reader gets, but I appreciate the fact that someone thinks I should give them a call to offer my services. If I get brave enough someday, maybe.
Last night at Rick's Boatyard was a good time. I got there early at 5 with a fellow designer who I run into at Creighton basketball games a lot, so we could take advantage of the 1/2 price drinks during happy hour. Six hours later when I left, I was in good shape, you bet.
At one point in the evening, I picked up my phone and was surprised by what I saw...
I'd forgotten I had changed the wallpaper to Dave Chappelle as Lil'Jon. Huhwhat? Ooohkay! The picture made me laugh.
The Pork Tenderloin sandwich I ordered was a phenomenon of taste and juices. The best one I've eaten in years. Tasted nothing like the inside front panel of Hernando Cortez's shorts from the second voyage, as some pork loins can be.
Tonight I'm going out with two very lovely ladies to the bars, and later on Goonies at midnight at the Dundee Theater. That's right, Chunk, Sloth, the Fratelli's, all on the big screen! Tom doing the truffle shuffle! Freaking dominant.
Actually, I won't be doing the truffle shuffle. I respect the ladies too much to do that. But you might want to show up just in case I change my mind. I'm just saying.
I've been out partying so many nights this week, I actually left last night before Cliff and Stephanie. My stomach just couldn't take any more. In fact, I woke up at 2:30 with the cold sweats and a stomach twice its normal size. Pretty sure that's not a good thing. So all I'm saying is tonight could be interesting. Might do the truffle shuffle after all, and it might not even take that much convincing after a certain point in the evening.
Thought I'd fall into the trap, did you? Well you're wrong! This post is over! And I didn't! You bet.