By Casey Dyer
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I ponder, weak and weary, over a three year old chromebook, in which the X and W keys are finicky, I think about how I can’t think of anything to write. Obviously this is a problem, as thinking of something to write is literally my only job.
As Editor-in-Chief, I’m supposed to be the pinnacle of journalistic writing. Not to give myself too much credit, but I think it would be fair to say that on many occasions, I match the likes of Whitman and Steinbeck in literary perfection. Despite my mastery of the craft, even someone as brilliant as I have days where I write like a surprisingly intelligent rodent of some kind; the kind that can get the cheese without tripping the trap; the kind that can distract the cat long enough to scurry into its hole in the wall; the kind that goes on rants about intelligent rats for much longer than necessary.
But then, just as swiftly as such difficulties come to me, they are gone and, when the dust settles, I realize that I have no idea what I’m talking about. Let that be a lesson that in whatever you do, even when you have your off days, you can be great. Also, if you had any doubts that I wasn’t a good writer, I just turned a rant about rats into inspiration. I’m just saying, ever since I came on the scene, William Shakspeare has been pretty quiet.
Now, some observant readers will have noticed that I haven’t said anything about the newspaper up to this point. To that I say, “I’m getting there. Give me a second.”
But truly, what is there to say? I mean, I could talk about how this is that second issue and that readers can expect stories about what’s happening in Pen Argyl, the whole of the United States, and across the globe. I could also talk about how this issue will include games, a comic, and even a recipe from a Pen Argyl staff member. I could also talk about rats again, but I doubt anyone wants that.
Now for something completely different. As of writing, the holiday season is upon us and all the winter holidays are fast approaching. Seeing as this is probably out way after the holidays finished, I would like to say, I hope each and everyone of you had a very merry Christmas, a happy Hanukkah, a happy Quanza, a happy New Year, and a happy National Baking Soda day.
Finally, because I like to waste people’s time, I would like to leave you with one last fact about rats: did you (yes, you) know that rats will laugh when they get tickled? When tickled, rats will emit a high pitched sound, similar to that of a laugh. Expect more interesting information like that and more within the remaining pages of this issue of the Green Echo (I am campaigning for the slogan to be “come for the rat facts, stay for the news”, but I’m not sure how that will go).