Triblets

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i got two pints at the local Häagen-Dazs tonight. Woes needing some 'novocaine for the soul', as it were (think i'll be putting some whiskey in it tonight, makes it go down easier). Nice to have the HD lying around, for however long it lasts... at least having a little back stock in the freezer for another day, if another day...

Man, Holtz has my nuts in a bear trap these days. Working seven jobs kind of gets you down, leaves little time at the end of the day for anything other than some ice cream and some old downloaded television programs.

It was about a quarter past 3, when...

(ah, fuck it...)

to be continued when I'm not so fucking beat to shreds, I promise...

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An "Art Break" Is Permitted

Art (Tribley, "Trib" in local vernacular) certainly deserves some slack lately. I was going to give him a firm deadline on an item high on the threat-list here at Hackwrench (the huge recent surge of Western indie bands gathering in the Himalayas has been getting a ridiculous amount of buzz, and I strictly wanted Trib on that). But that plan of mine changed when one Mr. Drummond Holtz's personal assistant gave me an off-the-record "courtesy call"... It looks like our irrepressible New York contact has been burning not only his own midnight oil, but that of his fellow journalists too... And I don't mean David Sanger (think other gender). And all of this is WHILE he's managing to stay tight on all of his projects at the Beagle. If there was a Pulitzer for, uh, Intra-Office Relations, Art would be a shoe-in. (Or whatever the appropriate article of clothing is for that -- use your imagination.) And at the rate he's currently going, Art would win such an "honor" AND the Pulitzer for Investigative. So, I'm not about to stand in the way of that subway train.

You know, they ought to make a movie about a guy like him. What?! I didn't say anything that would be covered by a non disclosure agreement. And I certainly didn't say that a certain Japanese entertainment co. (maybe it rhymes with "Bony") and an Aussie/American one (which may, I dunno, rhyme with "Blues Corp", or "Pox") are fighting over the option to, say, a bio-pic on a certain overworked journalist... heh heh.

Anyway, stretched thin though he may be, Art won't be far from prepress here at Hackwrench GmbH. BUT he will be allowed certain, um, time concessions. He'll be here. He's always here, even when he's at the Beagle or doing his, well, undercover work. I've allowed him to finish the attached article (above) with a little more latitude as far as the deadline goes. He's always been loyal to Hackwrench GmbH since back in the day; it's in his blood, so I've no fears of him jumping ship. But he's getting some choice bits offered to him at the Beagle, so I've made an executive decision to cut him some slack, timewise. He'll be here, and soon.

What the Beagle demands, the Beagle gets. And they demand Trib. Clearly, they're not the only ones... (Although I think they MIGHT require that he arrive clothed.)

Keep it goin', Trib. Your readership here awaits your next submit. We'll try to be patient. :)

Jeremy Isaac
President, Hackwrench GmbH

Sony. Bony. -- Arthur

Sony.

Bony.

--
Arthur Tribley
Editor, Investigative Journalism

email: atibley@hackwrench.com
public inquiries: pradmin@hackwrench.com


*ony

Hm, that rhymes? I hadn't noticed... : )

Jeremy Isaac
President, Hackwrench GmbH

Apparently you've never seen

Apparently you've never seen that movie with Dudley Moore and Daryl Hannah about the mental patients.

--
Arthur Tribley
Editor, Investigative Journalism

email: atibley@hackwrench.com
public inquiries: pradmin@hackwrench.com


Crazy People

You mean Crazy People?

Unfortunately, I did. I want two hours of my life back plus interest. Great premise, horrible movie. I'm talking like class-action lawsuit horrible.

Jeremy Isaac


Sony. Bony. -- Arthur

Sony. Bony.

--
Arthur Tribley
Editor, Investigative Journalism

email: atibley@hackwrench.com
public inquiries: pradmin@hackwrench.com