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Once
again, and in a surprisingly short time, we here at the Nooz have
settled into a pleasant routine. We arrive at the office in the new
Nooz Towers at 8am, fortified with a good breakfast and several cups of
strong coffee from Joe's Not So Bad Cafe, and carrying the latest edition
of the Hellmouth Star Ledger and Daily Chronicle under our arms.
As we pass the water cooler and the paper clip bin, we usually say
good morning to Myra Spitztingle and Henrietta Farthingwurtz, two of our
most dedicated secretaries. We might glance into the brightly-lighted
office of Eric Scotmeister Fleiglehaus, and if he's not away doing a "Report
from the Field," we might share a joke with him. We will probably wave
across the main room to where Dr. Dick Doody is sitting, chewing a pencil
and thinking about his next "Cutting Corner" feature. In
the background, and not completely obscured by the sounds of clicking
keyboards, we can hear the hiss and pop of the hydrogen laser spotlight
as Bill Measely ceaselessly tinkers with it, trying to get it to not swing
around without warning and burn people severely. There are often
one or more guest primatologists on the premises, perhaps working on a special
"What is...?" column, and if that is the case, it would be natural
for us to introduce ourselves and say hello.
Finally we reach our office on the fourth
floor. We spend a few moments tidying up our desks, repositioning
photographs of our wives and children, blowing dust off our letter openers,
and generally getting ready to face the day. There is usually a memo
from publisher Arnett Putney, III and executive editor Widen Lundale, Jr.
regarding our assignments for the day. Sometimes there are telephone
messages that require us to return calls. At ten, the whole editorial
staff assembles for a meeting in which we attempt to decide the subject
matter for our next exciting editorial. Although most of us are fond
of each other, this get-together is frequently rancorous, and sometimes
concludes with name-calling and fisticuffs. We are just like a family
here at the Nooz, and like any family we occasionally feel like murdering
each other.
There's a bunch of other stuff that
goes on in a typical day, but we don't want to bore you with that. Suffice
it to say that we feel pretty darn good about how things are going here
at the Nooz now. We expect that we'll be around for hundreds
of months to come, reporting on fruit shortages, plummeting injuries, award
presentations, primate breeding programs, building collapses, mad monkey
disease outbreaks, and thrilling new finds. So when you do send in
your renewal card, be sure to check the subscription time period box that
says "10 years," and you won't be sorry. Do it today, or
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