Ever seen a newspaper's obit? Check this out.
It's a sad day in the world of journalism.
But I have decided to collect all the last issues of these large dailies dropping like flies all across the country and frame them. Then, years from now, when I am old and crotchety and after I spawned multiple generations of pale irish-norwegians, I can show my grandchildren the papers and say, "See kids, this is how people used to get their news, before they could simply download information directly into our brains."
But they won't be listening because they will be playing some kind of video game on the inside of their eyelids.
For now though, I'll leave the future in the frightening future and focus on the present. And what's going on right now is newspapers going down in flames like the Hindenburg. Actually, that's not a good analogy, at least the Hindenburg went down in blaze of hydrogen gas fueled glory, newspapers are just withering away like a vine choked by the proverbial weeds of broadcast news and the internet.
Maybe it's time to jump ship, but I don't think I have good enough hair for TV. Guess it's the internet then. Great, perhaps my life's work will end up nestled between a utube video of a uni-cycling bear and some freaky weird German porn – like a regular Bob Woodward.
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