Outsourcing

I’ve noticed a recent trend in local journalism.  As of late, both our statewide newspaper and our local television news reports have taking to citing ridiculous sources.  A story on gang violence last night quoted WIKIPEDIA in the history of the gang.  A recent murder victim’s MYSPACE page was ”researched” and comments were read.  “The victim’s myspace page revealed that she was loved and popular.” WTF? When did Wiki and myspace leave the pop culture phase and morph into serious journalistic sources? 

Wiki is a good source for information in a pinch but I’d never cite it for an academic assignment and certainly not for my CAREER IN JOURNALISM.  That’s like quoting Dan Rather.  Wiki is a USER MODIFIED site.  An acquaintance’s ex-husband is an asshole of the tinfoil hat variety.  A friend of mine begs her frequently for permission to “edit” said ex-husband’s wiki page.  Because, you know, any moron can have a wikipage now.  It’s practically myspace without the layout formatting.

Take 2 of these & Call me in the morning

My body is revolting against me.  I’m not sure if it’s the heat or the unemployment.  I can’t sleep, I can’t focus, and I can’t quit going to the bathroom.  I’m constantly thirsty, which explains the frequent urinating.  I havemunchies like a stoner.  I took a few shots of Jack Daniels the other night.  Usually liquor makes me sleepy after it makes me mean.  I started a fight with Monkey Butt but I never got sleepy.  My  inner-hypochondriac is going at hyperspeed trying to decide if I am have diabetes, depression, or just cabin-fever.

When the going gets tough, the tough get going

I have the itch.  As long as I can remember, every couple years, I get this itch.

{No, it’s not something that I picked up from a one-night stand, Chrissy.  That would be you, remember } 

My momma swears that I have gypsy blood.  I can’t stay in one place.  When I was a teen, I bounced back and forth between houses.  In college, I hopscotched my way through the different campuses.  I moved across the state and back in a matter of years.  And then, I decided to play grown-up and put down roots.  It’s been over 3 years now.    I am starting to feel the need to wander.

Do I wander when I get manic or when I get depressive?  Well, that, my dear, is a point to ponder….

Monkey Butt went and checked out my finding.  He liked it too.  Enough that he’s going to call the mortgage lender tomorrow.  And it could just be another of my pipe dreams, but it could end up a 4 bedroom,3 bath way to scratch my itch.  (Oh, and did I mention the inground pool?  I can’t have what I really want so I might as well have a great tan!!)