The Reaper is back, has cleansed the site of Viagra and propescia spam, and with the usual news -- a magazine has closed!
I was watching the Winter Olympics, my favorite season for this event, and was caught up in all the curling frenzy. I was trying it down here, but I didn't have a sliding rock. So I used one of the $300 ink blotters Conde Nast threw out in its new austerity movement. Worked beautifully!
Training magazine has bitten the dust because, well, there's nobody to train! As a matter of fact, there are less trainers now to train the smaller amount of people who can be trained.
Besides, any magazine that puts a penguin on its cover is immediately penalized, in my book.
