I’ve got good news and bad news. First the bad news: I didn’t get the newspaper job. And sorely disappointed I was too. The local gazette decided to go with another candidate, one with more newspaper experience, one with more savvy, one with an actual modicum of talent. They hired Shempbot. Drat! I’ll never forgive that bilious little bucket of bolts, or so says the voice of Dr. Smith I keep hearing in my head.