Editors Note:


EDITOR'S NOTE: Fresh off a three year managerial stint, your friendly neighborhood lenslinger is back on the street and under heavy deadline. As the numbing effects of his self-imposed containment wear off, vexing reflections and pithy epistles are sure to follow...

Thursday, December 08, 2005

Coming Soon...

No, I'm not lost in mourning over my dead television set, I'm just busy. Very busy. Orchestra recitals, holiday commitments, and prepping for a weekend jaunt eastward have eaten into my evening writing time, leaving me absent-minded, grumpy and creatively constipated. But fear not, dear reader(s?), powerful laxatives are on the way...

"Fiction is dead!" scream the websites. No duh, so's my TV. Actually, there's more to the demise of the novel than that, and it's something I'd like to talk about once I get more ample desk-time.

While some on-line scenes are plateauing, the photograsphere continues to extrapolate. Look for a whirlwind tour of my photog brethren (and one award-winning sis-tren) in the coming days...

More immediately, I have a story scheduled for today that may very well result in an interesting post. That would be swell, as the broadcast minutia of the past couple of days has yielded very little in the way of blog-fodder...

From the weather center, the meterologists in my life are predicting a mixture of sleet, freezing rain and inconvenience will fall this very evening. Will I be dragged kicking and screaming onto some icy overpass so a reporter buddy can marvel at Mother Nature every fifteen minutes? I think you know the answer...

Finally, there is someone I've wanted to tell you about for a l-o-n-g time. Though he goes by the name Munk Siddiq, I'll always think of him as Brian Wagoner. A mercurial musician and potent performer, Munk is as brilliant as he is misunderstood. He's also my cousin. As kids we were kindred souls; as adults we're starkly different (on the surface, anyway). It's been a year or three since we've visited and I miss him, as he's always been a miscast hero of mine. Let me work the tattered cell phone numbers in my wallet and I'll bring you all into the fold. Trust me, it's worth the wait...

Stay Tuned...

7 comments:

Colonel Corn's Camera said...

I'm headed to Boone to catch those first flakes of the season. NO not the flakes from my head, the ones coming from the sky. Hopefully I'll get some good pictures to post.

Lenslinger said...

God Speed, Colonel...

Smitty said...

Yes, snow is on the way.. The wx gurus are predicting between 2-8 inches from here to Cincy. So you guys won't be the only ones out in the white fluffy stuff.

BTW, sorry to hear about your boob tube.. 'Slinger.

turdpolisher said...

snow, wat da hell is dat?
in da sout we jus git rain. a hole lotta dat too!

HockeyPat said...

Just curious turdpolisher...Do you work for Bill O'Reilly?

Chris Morton said...

Are you Lenslinger? ... Stew you've got stalkers.

bambambenjammin said...

Yep, I call MUNK my cousin as well. Stew, do you know the story about him being grounded at (how old is he? 37?). BamBam is on the web too at http://bambambenjammin.blogspot.com
He's breathing/eating fire now?