Now that Snidge is safely tucked away at an undisclosed location for the weekend, I'm confident in letting y'all know that she seems to have gotten
over the drama into which she got sucked (and not in a good way). Not that she -- or anyone, for that matter -- won't be welcome any time she -- or anyone -- needs to vent but can't do it at their own crib because of the neighbors. I'm just saying all's good in the 'hood for now. In fact, y'all can catch me over at
her crib at some point this weekend, because she's having guests fill in while she's boogieoogieoogie-ing her way through her mini vaykay.
In the meantime, you know how I was bitching about
this douchenozzle the other day? Following is the deal:
In one of my stories last week, I quoted someone who said something about a particular company that wasn't at all flattering and in fact could've been quite damaging. And so the maligned company's flack e-mails me and tells me about how damaging it had already been and we need to do something about this immediately, right!?!? And I could appreciate that, except the part when he said "Presuming you quoted him correctly ..." -- you know, because I'm a Goddamned retard and all. But I turned it over to my one editor and spent the better part of two days in a panic that something big was going to go down and it would somehow be all my fault.
She talked to dude today, and all he wanted was a story about how his company is expanding into NWI and -- and! -- he was kind of LAUGHING about the whole thing.
You know what I have to say to that? You better hope, boy-o, that I'm not the one who gets put on your story, because I will NOT be sunshine-y and pleasant, and I may say something to you AND your boss about your tactics in getting it (although I seriously doubt the editor would allow it, because she understands tact and discretion. On the other hand, I almost wish she would, just so I could make the jackass uncomfortable. Fucking dick.)
Oh, whatEVER. 
