I AM THE WALRUS JOURNALIST

I am he as you are he as you are me... At the time, that would have made more sense then the phrase I was hearing: 'I am the journalist'. Haha... no. A typical first reaction, probably not the desired one (sorry tutors). 


But since that first lecture I've given myself time to procrastinate ponder. After three weeks of 'philosophisationing' (a Ryan Shelton invention) about journalism- what it is; how it works; and whether or not I could even do it, let alone be good at it- I reached the pinnacle realistion: 'Shirt... I better get started on that blog.'  


And at the risk of sounding cliche' and/or kiss-ass, I am glad I starting it now. I have learnt more in these minutes of writing (well, typing) than I have in my weeks of pondering, and reading about 'how to be a journalist/blogger'. 


I'll deal with formalities next post; but I'll tell you now, short and sweet (and sour) is my deal. Because when it comes to things like this I have, and you probably do too, a short atten... oooh, something shiny... tion span.


All it takes is a click on the Publish button, and 'I AM THE JOURNALIST'... Goo Goo G'Joob.