Ah, the life of a paginator. I can do without the daily deadline pressure, but there are some parts I've missed.
Like laying out today's Annie's Mailbox advice column on the page. For space reasons, we just ran the final two letters -- from vampire fans who met their spouses via that corner of the Internet, a little peeved at Annie's earlier joke at vampire chat rooms' expense.
For one thing, the exchanges were remarkably cordial (at least compared to the screaming dramafests that usually occur whenever mainstream media catches wind of us oddballs). But also because I got to write the headline:
"When love bites: Vampire fans weigh in"
Then there was this story, on today's front page. Nickel summary: A new stretch of the American River has been opened to river rafters, who are discovering that the formerly secluded stretch of water is home to a gay nude beach.
Alternate (rejected) headline: "Boaters now penetrating gay hidey-holes"
Heh. *cough* Ahem. Anyway. Who says small-town papers don't cover hard news?
Current music is genuinely what's playing now, with Winamp choosing at random from most of my music library. Truth, fiction, stranger, etc.