Wednesday, March 15, 2006

oh, johnny

Just got back from seeing Ring of Fire, the Johnny Cash musical at Branson, I mean Broadway. Ugh. So un-fun. Don't even want to go there right now. Instead I'll say a bit about the excitement of the morning.

After working hard and getting as many errors and fuck-ups out of the latest issue (it's getting better each week I hope!), the paper was finished and sent to press. It arrived around noon today as usual. Then the blowup ensued.

Seems the designer left some "dummy" text on the page. But you see, it wasn't the ever popular ipsum or even some uninteresting but harmless XXXs. No he wrote: Joe bloe's Fucky Fuckball p. 21. It was there on the bottom of the cover page. When the publisher saw it, things were not good.

My boss wasn't there, but when he arrived, he wailed. You'da sworn he was channelling his Jewish grandmothers and would soon rip his clothes into shreds. The designer was lucky not to be in. He may have been physically harmed. The papers were held, then collected and new cover pages were printed. In reality, it's not that big a deal. I showed the paper to five different people and they didn't notice the line. Shows you how much those words on the cover actually matter. But with all the recent problems they've had with covers and advertisers (they lost the majority of their advertising a year ago when a cover story with 50 jokes about the Pope's imminent demise), I can understand that they're a bit gun shy. The individual responsible has not been fired.

The paper should hopefully be out tomorrow. The "clean" cover looks quite nice, but I have saved one from destruction for a collector's item. (For your reference, page 21 contained a very nice review of a Korean restaurant by one of my writers. No fuckball in sight. That really disappointed some people in the office.)

And a story about that I didn't have room to run in the paper is also available online: My review of the JT LeRoy movie The Heart is Deceitful Above All Things.

Ain't paper life grand?

6 Comments:

At 9:09 AM, Anonymous bryce said...

What is wrong with Armond White? He almost always hates what all the other critics like and vice versa. I have always thought he was pretty predictable and he reviews films like he's got a big chip on his shoulder. Just wondering.

Congrats on the crazy new job!

 
At 6:08 PM, Blogger Jerry said...

I hear ya, Bryce. AW and I do not see eye to eye. I'm dealing with it. Be patient. We'll see what changes are in the works...He also has a serious Spielberg fetish.

(keep in mind AW is a LARGE but sweet tempered middle-aged, black man. Didya know THAT?)

 
At 2:33 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

I've always learned in newspapers never to write anything in that you don't want to see in print. No jokes, no curse words, no nothing. Because somewhere, sometime, somehow, something will make it into the print edition. Then it's your ass.

 
At 2:34 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

oh, BTW, Jerry, that's me in the last post. lea

 
At 11:57 AM, Blogger Dee said...

Was anyone disappointed that Joe Bloe's Fucky Fuckball wasn't an actual article?

 
At 12:14 PM, Blogger Dee said...

Oh, whoops. You say so, right there.

 

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