Another writer has discovered Tribune ‘s chief innovation officer Lee “The Thinker” Abrams and has concluded he is one chop short of a mixed grill.
Or maybe a music metaphor would be more fitting: a three-string banjo.
Anyway, Lee’s latest (and unreadable) memo is parsed here by P.J. Gladnick.
Frankly I’m shocked that Gladnick read it all. Here’s my favorite interjected line, though:
People of Springfield! Heed this warning. Twisted tail! A thousand eyes! Trapped forever!!
Gladnick says he fears for the newspaper industry if Tribune is depending on Abrams as the chief innovative officer.
No need to worry, P.J. It doesn’t.



With Abrams as the chief innovation officer, “THE SOUND” for the company’s newspapers could be Goatwhore’s creepy “Funeral Dirge for the Rotting Sun.” Here are some tracks from the album: “Sacrament of Emptiness and Despair” (been there); “Vengeance of Demonic Fury” (not quite there); “Blood Guilt Eucharist” (had a taste of that, I think); “The Serpent That Enslaves What Is Worshiped” (will need a good reference, so I won’t comment); “Chanting Bells of Funeral Anguish” (stopped hearing them after a couple of weeks); “A Closure in Infinity” (for newspapers, is infinity finite?); “Invocation to the Obsidian Moon” (tried praying before the layoffs, but was put on hold); “As the Sun Turns to Ash” (paper’s not called the Sun in my area, but I get the point); “Baptized in a Storm of Swords” (baptized into unemployment, the new religion).
After reading that, I think a more fitting song would be “They’re Coming to Take Me Away, Ha-Haaa” by Napoleon XIV.
“Big…open…diverse and powerful. Cerebral and moving…just like the America itself. ”
Struck by sentence fragments. Newspapers without verbs? Just nouns. Plus adjectives. No verbs because not necessary, old school, outdated …
Oh my God…that guy is nuts!
Wow.
Oww. Where’s Advil? Must take. Save noodle. Too early.
Somebody needs an editor. OH, that’s right — they’ve all been laid off.
Gee, good thing HE has a job, though.
… Open the pod door, HAL.