Exclamatory and Emphatic!

Last night my trusty fellow reporters and editors gathered at our usual dart-playing, lesbian-welcoming, kinda-married-couple-bartenders* watering hole to say goodbye to one of our own (again). (Wait, not dead, just leaving work.)

We arrive.

There are hoards of people. And not just any people, LITERARY BLOGGERS. There is a convention. Read: black nerd glasses, pretty short dresses or just-tight-enough T-shirts to cause a gathering of newspaper people to take interest. They had name tags.

"Bloggers!" I shouted a lot. And then I would approach them in groups with the plan our newspaper cabal had devised: We shall throw it down with you. Take your pick: A Spell-Off, an AP-Style-Off or a We-Have-a-Deadline-Off. Ladies' choice...

(A We-Have-a-Deadline-Off. Hahaha.)

(Wouldja look at the Old Media Lady/Sorta Blogger dissing other bloggers? No, don't look, it's way too meta.)

Back to work! New York City's newspapers must be produced so that bloggers can feel superior and so can we! Meta!

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*Once I asked the woman bartender of her and the man bartender: "Are you two married?"
"Kinda," she said.