Smart-aleck corrections -- WTF??

We have a guy here, whenever a correction needs to be written up, puts a cutesy-wootsey pun headline on it: "Ooops, score an error on us," "We shot an air ball," blah blah etc etc., and usually throws a lame one-liner into the copy, too.

A couple times, I've told him in my best Starman Justice mode, to put a sock in that shit. Corrections are not funny. The readers shouldn't get the idea we think they're a joke.

And the next time around, "We really whiffed on that one," etc etc. Sweet Jebus.

 

Guy's got onions, so gotta give him that.

 

WTF

some of the stuff i read on here simply boggles the mind

is there a SE around?

 

Onions, yes. Brains... : :

Yeah, but he and this dude are ole buddy-pals, so usually it just gets laughed off.

"Ahh, go ahead and fix it," Mr. SE tells me. So I do.

But I don't work 24/7/365, so fairly often, these things get in the paper. As far as I know, there have been no fiery phone calls (yet) from readers pissed off by the smart-ass corrections (if they're pissed about the mistake in the first place, you know they're gonna be double-pissed with a har-de-har-har correction).

 

Have you ever asked your (idiot) SE to make this idiot stop?

 

Wait until he runs on the field, then...BAM!

 

So, you've told him in your best Starman tone to cut the crap, yet he does it again. By doing this again, my friend, he told you to lick his gooch and then to go take a flying fugget.

What are you going to do about it?

 

He and I are equal in rank, so I can't fire him.

Buddy-pal SE apparently doesn't think it's a big deal.

So basically, I'll just wait until the shit really hits the fan, and laugh like hell when it does.

Mind you, this is a newspaper where the high honchos think that an explicit policy that all photographers must correctly identify, first name and last name, all individuals in a photograph, is "unrealistic."

: : :

 

Don't think your publisher hasn't already noticed this and made a note in your personnel file.

 

I'm gonna send a couple of my classmates your way. That kind of paper maybe the only kind with which they'll find employment.

 

If you can't beat 'em, join 'em. And use some of that vivid imagination that gives us Starman JusticeTM to up the ante.

If we were one of Michael Vick's pitbulls, this mistake would get us drowned
We choked like our last name was Benoit
We fell down on the job like someone flew an airplane into us

Eventually they'll get the message. Or you'll bring your paper to its knees in ruination. Six of one ...

 

This post is pretty f'n brilliant.