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Monday, August 01, 2005
Can't swing a dead cat without hitting a cliche
Good lord, how many writing cliches can a person deliver in one column? When it's not a person but Minnesota's Worst Writer the answer is quite a few. Or is it a passel? Or more than you can shake a stick at? In today's outing the K-beast does another masterful job of mucking up what would be, in the hands of the average high school journalism student, a rather innocuous puff piece. I make no comment on the substance of today's column but instead print a verbatim list of the cliches that some editor in the employ of a major daily newspaper let KK pass off as professional writing.
All that remains for KK is to claim he's happy to be there, hopes he can help the team, and takes things one day at a time. Then she can close up shop and go home and sleep like a log. The sleep of angels, of course. I've said it before and, sadly, I'll say it again, "She gets paid for this crap?"
