This morning, though, I thought I would share a momentous occassion in the life of any reporter: my first piece of hate mail.
I got a postcard from a cowardly asshole who didn't see fit to sign his name to his attack, not only on my story but on me personally (note to anonymous jackass: I know I'm fat. I write a column about trying to lose weight every week. In every column, I mention that I'm fat.Tell me something I don't know.)
Instead of calling me up or writing me about this story in a way where we could talkabout it, the moron sends me a postcard with no identifying information. My editor got one yesterday. My story was accurate and fair. If it's not as in-depth as I would have liked, that's deadlines for you.
I'll post a link to the story when it goes up on our Web site.
I'm not really corcerned or even surprised. My editor got one from this same person (anonymous but identical handwriting and postmark) yesterday.
This person has way too much time on their hands.
In other news, Michael Brown and I are doing a Christmas show on WSBF in a couple of weeks, focusing on awesome and almost completely unkown Chirstmas songs. I've been compling my playlist like crazy. There's so much that I can't play, eu to the artists being too popular. I'll post some of those songs here:
Steve Earle, "Nothing But A Child" Great song.
Prince, "Another Lonely Christmas" Hands down my favorite Prince song ever.