I need a name
Last week I signed the paperwork that officially makes me an employee of Go Triad. I'm going to be writing a bi-weekly column about cheap food in Greensboro (greasy hamburgers, sketchy takeout places, things a single college student eats without a second thought). The first one prints June 1. Free lance work, experience with a professional weekly, and excellent writing clips. The only problem?
My column needs a name.
Suggestions? It needs to be short, and has to convey the idea that the column is about cheap food. Complicated I know, but I'm out of ideas. Your turn.
My column needs a name.
Suggestions? It needs to be short, and has to convey the idea that the column is about cheap food. Complicated I know, but I'm out of ideas. Your turn.
posted by Luke McIntyre at 5/10/2006 12:48:00 AM
16 Comments:
Brainstorming here:
Hell grazing
Make Luke puke
Operation mastication
Eat up
Eatage
Feed lot
Sir Eatsalot
Grub
Grub-a-hubbub
Best I can do. (I have a little brain.)
Operation bile
Weapon of mastication
kayaklady12 said . . .
Cheap Healthy Grubs
Grease Bucket?
I'm a fan of that Operation Mastication too...
Weapon of mastication killed me. And these definitely won't be healthy grubs.
EAT THIS.
And you should re-shoot your mug so that you're grabbing your crotch.
Which is covered only by a giant cheeseburger.
Also:
Huge congrats on the gig.
Can't think of anyone better for it. You'll love working with Carla.
Carla has inspired me. Not in the muse sort of way, or that I'm sucking up for a raise, but I'm glad she's got a legitimate newspaper job while also having visible tattoos. I have this odd obsession with getting tattoos on my hands and forearms. If I'm putting art on me, I want to be able to see it. Hidden tattoos lose some of their allure.
"Oh Luke, you got a tattoo? Show me!"
(start taking off my pants and boxers)
"Hey... nevermind. No, stop. Really."
Also, the cheeseburger that's covering my crotch, I'm not holding it.
You're right, Luke...it definitely is better when you can see your tattoo without the help of a mirror. I still admire the one on the inside of my wrist all the time. Unfortunately, because I'm in such a small conservative town, I have to wear a watch over it when I'm at work. Come to think of it, I probably always will since I'm going into teaching. It's like a symbol of The Man keeping me down or something.
What's on the inside of your wrist?
It's a bass cleft, a treble cleft, and a music note side by side in a straight line. It's a family thing...meaning, there's a long explanation behind it. It's badass though.
Lloyd: I got worms!
Mary: I beg your pardon?
Lloyd: That's what we're gonna call it. I got worms! We're gonna specialize in selling worm farms. You know, like ant farms.
It had to be said.
Luke:
The longer you're in newsrooms the more you're going to realize they're full of plenty of freaks. Tattoos -- there may be plenty, though few as visible as Carla's. But almost nobody who isn't at least a little off center gets into journalism. A good friend of mine calls the profession "the island of misfit toys."
Carla's cool - and the way she dresses and her tattoos are completely in-line with what she does - which used to be working for an alt-weekly and is now trying to make GoTriad feel more like an alt-weekly.
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