Gone East

Sleeper agent for the Media Mafia

Dowbrigade tells this very entertaining story about his mispent youth:

As we were driving down the highway this afternoon, composing our next vituperative attack on the mono-culture of the Five Major Media Conglomerates, the Dowbrigade suddenly realized that he was actually an ex-employee of one of them!

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In those days editors actually sat at their desks and yelled out "Copy!" periodically, when they wanted or needed something.  Usually what they wanted was "Art!" from the "Morgue", which was the pre-digital equivalent of Google Image Search. If for example, Alf Langdon died, they would send a copy boy down to the morgue to dig our all the file photos of old Alf, to illustrate his obit.