Quick, somebody send this guy a zine, any zine, just show him what you can do with scissors, glue and a photocopier. Rescue him from his school essay format & dot matrix printer. Liberate this former journalism student from his mistaken belief that he’s missed his chance to be a newspaper reporter. Tell him that doing a zine – resplendent in cut & paste and honest articles on whatever the hell he wants – would be a better use of his obvious writing ability than bending over for Conrad Black. So, Paul, quit griping about ass-kissers and slackerism – seize the moment and the medium and, as the song goes, do it your way. Hey, but get a proofreader, okay, it really matter. (HC)