Wednesday, October 1, 2008

How not to publish a newspaper, part 19 (website edition)

The Queens Ledge has been having a lot of trouble keeping their dates straight lately. But this comes as no surpise considering that its publisher has a history of problems with numbers.


Anonymous said...

numbers shumbers.They would have to care I guess to get little things often correct.

Anonymous said...


A regular practice in the newspaper industry is to provide special interest advance sections for cultural, buisness and sports topics. My guess is these datelines were schedule for specific issues and moved up to an earlier issue without removing the dateline. Sloppy stuff - absolutely - small staff - little vetting - innocent? - yes, most probably.

Queens Crapper said...

That explanation might hold water if back to school were in October and the Octoberfest piece wasn't "scheduled" for the week it was finished.

Anonymous said...

They also don't publish on Saturdays.

Pinky Joel said...

He can kill with his bile,
Throw you on a shit pile
He can ruin your faith with intentional lies
He will only reveal what he wants you to see
He acts like a child
‘Cause he’s always a Sanchez to me

He will cause you to puke
He can take you or leave you
He won’t ask for the truth
And he’ll never believe you
And he’ll take what you give him, as long as it’s free
Yeah, he steals like a thief
‘Cause he’s always a Sanchez to me

Oh-he takes care of himself
He can’t wait if he wants
He’s way behind the times
Oh-and he never gives out
And he never gives in
He just loses his mind

And he’ll promise you more
Than the Garden of Eden
Then he’ll carelessly cut you
And laugh while you’re bleedin’
He’ll act like a pest
And upon you he’ll pee
Blame it all on that dick
‘Cause he’s always a Sanchez to me


He’s infrequently kind
And he’s suddenly cruel
He can do as he pleases
He’s everyone’s fool
And he can be convicted
For falsifying
But the most he will do
Is print lies about you
‘Cause he’s always a Sanchez to me

Anonymous said...

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Taxpayer said...

"the moderator of this blog is perfect, God's gift to us mere mortals. bow in her (sizable) presence."

No wonder the futurist Sanchez' feeling are so hurt. He never had a date because he never knew what day it was.

So, now we find that the moron's fragile feelings are wounded. Aww.

I suggest he go back to grammar class and learn capitalization rules. But then, he'd have to have the capacity to learn and retain facts.

Anonymous said...

Who farted? Oh yeah. Walter Sanchez farted. Oh yeah.