The Basics of Journalism

     The only journalism class I ever took was in ninth grade.  Eventually, I didn't like being told what I could or could not write about.  I didn't like my content being edited.  I didn't like there being a line that I could not cross, even though it was just words, or submitting a cartoon from time to time.  So I never took another journalism class again.  A pity, maybe I would have liked it.
     Anyway, any good newspaper story covers "The Five W's":  Who, What, When, Where, Why, and the 'H'....How.

     Dang it, I forget the 'When'.

     I would swear profusely on 'The Drunken News', but I don't think Blogger appreciates too much profanity, so I try to avoid it.

     Basically, I think what happens in a bar should stay in a bar, and I really shouldn't go around writing too much about people unless I slightly fictionalize it, and even that isn't too good of a thing to do.  Some news items are just too juicy, however, so it is hard to resist.
     Some news items that others think are important, like a poetry reading, I could really care less about.
     My only point is that I do struggle with what I should and shouldn't post, and maybe that is a good thing.  At least I have a built-in decency meter.  Of course, it fluctuates wildly depending on my own drunkenness. 

     Nobody is innocent when it comes to 'The Drunken News'.  We've all done stuff we're not proud of, so I do try to be considerate.

     When it comes to people who are repeat offenders, or are generally a nuisance to others, those are who I like to go after.

     For example, I've never written about Carson on 'The Drunken News'.  Why should I?  He is a really nice guy, and never bothers anybody.
     But I do like to write about drunks that talk too loud every night, because they invade my space with their constant babble, and aren't considerate of others.

     I also don't like people who give the bartenders a hard time.  They have a tough enough job as it is.
     They deserve every cent they make, for essentially being 'Baby Sitters For Adults', haha.

     I'm still learning how to be a nicer and better person, but that is a different story, and I don't want to bore everybody to tears with all of that nonsense.

     Anyway, it's all good.  ( God, I hate that phrase, but it is useful at times like when you want to end a conversation with someone where you don't care what the hell they are talking about. )