Tuesday, Dec. 21, 2004
Whew... It's feast or famine in this business. It will be dead for a few days, as it was last week (hence fairly regular updates here for a while,) then everything breaks loose.
Fortunately no more murder or child abuse cases. They happen all too often, but I will never be immune to their horror and I'm always grateful when I get a reprieve from them. Fortunately Christmas is normally relatively quiet in this community. Then again, a few years ago we didn't have regular reports that featured murder and child molestors and their ilk. I guess comparatively speaking I can't complain. If I lived in Phoenix or another major metropolitan area I'd be dealing with those in a daily basis.
In fact, Phoenix PD had to deal with five killings and two near-murders overnight (including one where the victim isn't expected to survive,) which is a high number even for them. Three men were lined up against a wall and shot mafia-style. One man was shot while trying to enter a home through a doggy door. He was fleeing police at the time and the owners, who knew the victim, apparently objected to him becoming a houseguest. He's still alive but they don't expect him to survive. One person was stabbed to death and dumped into the gutter.
I guess with that as the alternative, I'll take our sparser murder reports, most of them drug related. We get them now maybe two or three times a year. I prefer the old days, where the murder reports were extremely rare, maybe two in three years. And they were of a different sort. The first I reported was when a wife killed her husband and his mistress in a tacky backwoods trailer. It was no less tragic but come on... At least in that situation it was the same story as has gone on for millennia. No innocent kids being seduced by drugs, no children sucked into a world of horror.
Maybe my priorities are warped, I don't even know any more.
I finally got the opportunity to write again last night and am hoping to do the same again tonight. I really REALLY want to finish up my story, the one I've been working on forever. I decided to lock down that diary, though, and that forum. Figured since I've devoted this much time to it, might as well finish the monster and flesh it out, submit it for publication, and sit back and wait for the rejection letters to roll in.
The latter of which, by the way, still hasn't happened with the story I submitted to the magazine. I finally fired off a letter that said (paraphrased), "Yo, Editor, what gives? You gonna sit on that thing forever or kick it back or gimmme some green?" A friend of mine got rejection letters from them toute suite so from here it's a case of hoping that they decided to publish, and that it's not simply a case of the postal service going, well... postal.
I talked to one of the folks at a local political office, someone who I deal with in the news on a regular basis. Not a politician - this is someone who's got the ability to string together a coherent sentence and has a working knowledge of social mores. (Unlike Boss, who, when this person returned my call on a news issue, barked into the phone, "Who is this?" then "What do you want??") She said Boss was extremely rude (as is standard for him, sad to say.) I won't pass on any more particulars but you get the general idea.
See, I'm really NOT exaggerating the things that I say here. This crap really happens. Boss has no grasp of propriety, no clue what's acceptable and what's not. I hit the point this morning where I finally told this woman that I'm looking for something else, because I've worked my ASS off for the past three years, trying to drag this station into a certain level of respectability - and he's undermining me right and left.
She said everyone sympathizes and knows what I'm dealing with - before I arrived three years ago, Boss did all news and commentary on this station. It wasn't pretty, nor did it approach accuracy except by pure chance. Boss has a penchant for character assassination when it suits him, but he bases information on rumor and innuendo, which all too often have absolutely no bearing on reality.
Sorry, had to get that beef off my chest. It's just so damned disheartening to see all my hard work trampled for no reason except somebody's bitchy mood.
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )