July 17, 2010 by cschwalbe. How often we recall, with regret, that Napoleon once shot at a magazine editor and missed him and killed a publisher. But we remember with charity that his intentions were good. Years ago, newspaper copy editors called themselves rimrats because they sat around the rim of the horseshoe-shaped copy desk. The guy in charge sat in the opening, or slot.

Three Hundred and Sixty Four Days. Saturday, July 24, 2010. Forgive me Bloggers, for I have sinned. Forgive me Bloggers, for I have sinned. It has been 10 months since my last confession. For those of you that know me well, you know that I have a deep passion for this song. I cannot go a day without hearing new renditions and so I thought I would share one that I found tonight. I may even post each new rendition I hear as I discover it.

A cynical perspective on big government and more from Adam Fowler, a published opinion writer. Speaking in front of cameras Tuesday.

Would someone PLEASE take Ms. Sarah, not satisfied to remain in her own empire of the Great White North, takes every opportunity to grab the spotlight. Smile, wave, walk for the cameras, Sarah.