me: just talked to ol' Jane Hamsher me: she was interested in having me apply to be an editor at Firedoglake me: I didn't have the heart to tell her I would entirely fuck that up Caleb: So, you're gonna do it? me: let me put it this way me: this is the way I'll put it me: she said their last editor they hired may have been a drug addict or something because he was always disappearing Caleb: I like how you put that. Caleb: So, how did you put it to her? Caleb: In her? Caleb: Or out her? me: let me put it this way me: THUGS AND CRIMINALS Caleb: I don't give a rip. Caleb: A tea tax! me: let me put it this way Caleb: A tax on retail items! me: Gather your armies. me: CRAZY ARMIES, MARCHING THE WALLS OF ZION me: SOUND THE ALARM Caleb: So are you taking the fucking job or not? me: she asked me for a resume me: I'll give it to her me: but I think it would entail, like, working out of an office in god knows where me: D.C. Caleb: You'd have to leave Dallas?! me: I'd have to leave my house Caleb: Dallas house. me: I'm drinking whiskey in a dark room