Welcome to my world, people
It's kind of a big day for us here at the Sun-Times, getting into the blogosphere and all. We would have come sooner, but, apparently, it is not actually possible to create a blog using a single five-year-old computer, a pack of gum and a piece of twine.
Having come a little late to the whole blog party -- as it happens, on the day my bosses asked me to do this, the Associated Press ran this story about senior citizen blogs, but I'm sure that was just a coincidence -- we're going to have to work hard at distinguishing ourselves.
I was thinking about maybe getting arrested, or picking a fight with Oprah, but those ideas, sadly, have been taken. (Though I do believe I could take Oprah in some sort of African orphan smack down, should it come to that.)
Anyway, because I'm totally lacking in blog-worthy publicity stunt ideas, we're just going to have to do this the old-fashioned way, offering up a topic or two each day and seeing where the conversation leads us. Given the incredible entertainment value of the letters and e-mails you people regularly send my way, I can't imagine this will be a problem. (Attention crazy single-spaced manual typewriter lady: I will personally subsidize Internet access for you so you can participate fully. Call me.)
I know this is probably hard to believe, if you see our front page on any sort of regular basis, but we do have rules around here. So your comments will have to be reviewed before they're posted on the blog. (Hints: Don't libel anyone, unless it's Conrad Black. Also, don't use words that would have to be bleeped out if this were broadcast television.) We don't have a big budget for hiring an entire blog staff, so the review process could take a little while, especially since the guy who's reading over my shoulder also has to answer the phones and shovel coal into the furnace.
If you want to make a comment solely for my amusement or edification (yes, I know the photo makes me look like I have enormous teeth), please feel free to e-mail, rather than post. Those comments won't be made public, but I might trot them out at the company Christmas party.
