When you, dear reader, see that italic line at the end of a brief obit saying ‘a fuller obit will follow,’ that line is actually pronounced, 'Some poor so and so like Bruce or me is sitting, sweating, rapidly becoming more alcoholic by the minute, tearing his or her graying hair out, trying to get that full obit online in a matter of minutes.’
Margalit Fox (with Bruce Weber), New York Times obituary writers
*shakes the dormant Newsroom fandom* I JUST WALKED PAST BJ NOVAK ON THE STREET THIS MORNING AFTER REWATCHING “WKODHIB” LAST NIGHT HE WAS WEARING WIRELESS EARBUDS and ALSO THE OTHER DAY I WAS SITTING IN THE PARK AND SAW THOMAS MATTHEWS (who played sweet, simple Martin) TALKING WITH A FRIEND what a month
The Rules: There are none, EXCEPT
that your piece must include some kind of First. The First Time that Charlie knew that he wanted to go into journalism. The First Time that Mackenzie met Jim. The First Time that Will was proud of his staff. The possibilities are endless!
All you have to do is to tag your fic: Newsroom Fanfic Challenge.
Bonus Challenge: Send me an ask, and I’ll assign you a character or a kind of First!
And with a straight face, you’re going to tell students that America is so star-spangled awesome, that we’re the only ones in the world that have freedom? Canada has freedom, Japan has freedom, the UK, France, Italy, Germany, Spain, Australia, and Belgium has freedom. 207 sovereign states in the world, 180 of them have freedom. Yeah you, uh, sorority girl, just in case you accidentally wander into a voting booth one day, there’s some things you should know and one of them is, there is absolutely no evidence to support the statement that we’re the greatest country in the world. We’re seventh in literacy, twenty-seventh in math, twenty-second in science, forty-ninth in life expectancy, one hundred and seventy eighth in infant mortality, third in median household income, number four in labor force, and number four in exports. We lead the world in only three categories: number of incarcerated citizens per capita, number of adults who believe angels are real, and defense spending, where we spend more than the twenty six countries combined, twenty five of whom are allies. Now, none of this is the fault of a twenty-year-old college student, but you nonetheless are a member of the worst, period-generation-period-ever-period. So, when you ask what makes us the greatest country in the world, I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.
It sure used to be. We stood up for what was right. We fought for moral reasons; we passed laws, struck down laws for moral reasons. We waged wars on poverty not on poor people. We sacrificed, we cared about our neighbors, we put our money where our mouths were and we never beat our chest, we built great big things, we made ungodly technological advances, explored the universe, cured diseases and we cultivated the worlds greatest artists and the worlds greatest economy. We reached for the stars Acted like men. We aspired to intelligence, we didn’t belittle it, it didn’t make us feel inferior. We didn’t identify ourselves by who we voted for in the last election and we didn’t scare so easy. We were able to be all these things and do all these things because great men, men who were revered, informed us. The first step in solving any problem is recognizing there is one. America is not the greatest country in the world anymore.
Hey! so this is my answer to the April Newsroom Fanfic Challenge. I’ve never written any Sorkin before, so, daunting much? To be honest, I was blocked for the longest time on this, and finally just banged out what ever came into my head. So here, have this chunk of kind of fluffy dialogue that doesn’t really have much to do with anyting.
My three prompts are: - a spider - a heatwave - a missing button
“You’re being temperamental.” He leans himself against her bookcase, reading something off his phone.
“I am not. How dare you accuse me, in my own workplace no less? I am aghast!” She is in the zone, sittig so ergonomically, her piano teacher would be proud.
“This is what I’m talking about. You’re all weird and jumpy.”
“It’s just the weather, the temperature. The temperature affects the temperament. In fact, I would even say that I’m being temperate in a time like this. I haven’t even started singing about the heat yet. You should be grateful, I’ve killed people with my falsetto. I’m not jumpy, I’m just keyed in. The News, Don. Don’t you care about the News? Don’t you have to be doing the thing? Why aren’t you doing the thing?”
They seem to have fallen into this habit of assuming these positions at every possible interval, between meetings, before lunch, after lunch. It’s nice.
“The specificity. It amazes. I think we should try introducing more telepathy into this relationship, you know, for clarity.” His phone is away now, his arms are crossed as he looks out over the city.
“You know damn well what I mean. I gave you three days, and then I call in the professionals.”
“Do you mean that? Or are you just going to call over Maggie like last time?”
“She’s just naturally gifted at mass genocide-”
“-And I don’t think we’re supposed to call exterminators for a couple of spider webs in the closet. You promised me you’d be an adult about this.”
“I am being an adult! I just haven’t had time to buy a hazmat suit! Besides, we don’t even use that closet, we’ve slept at your place for the last three weeks.”
“That’s is entirely not the point. I miss my lucky jeans! I refuse to stick my hand through… ugh.”
“Come on. Those jeans have two holes and a missing button.”
“Yeah, but also, have you tried to pull an allnighter in a pencil skirt? I have a right to my soft denim. And I will stop at no lengths, including but not limited to reaching into my cache of close contacts and associates, to rid my life of any and all creepy crawlies.”
“Okay, fine. I give you permission to call in the cavalry. On one condition.”
“I hardly think you’re in a position to be negotiating here Don. We both knew what duties we would have to take on to make this relationship work. You take out the spiders and I do your taxes. You said you could handle it, and I don’t know if I can trust if-”
“Move in with me.”
“See here you expect me to be stunned into silence and forget about the arachnid monstrosity hiding in my closet, but I will not be deterred!. And also, wait, did you ask me to move in with you?”
“Great! That’s good! Fantastic. Good work. I have a rundown meeting. I’m gonna go now. Okay, bye!” He backs out of the room, eyes wider than Bambi’s, before strutting out through the newsroom. She can tell he’s smiling from the back of his head.
Powerless Casts Natalie Morales as Iconic Justice League Character
Powerless is currently debuting as we speak (I’ll be watching it after it airs) but one of the biggest news about the show came shortly before the series premier. Former Newsroom and Parks and Rec actress, Natalie Morales has apparently been cast as a major Justice Leaguer in an upcoming episode.
No word if it’s multiple episodes, if she’ll become a recurring or staring character, or if it’s a one off but Morales will be playing the Brazilian heatwave herself, Fire.
The character will apparently be called Green Fury, much to the character’s chagrin.
The character is known for her feisty personality and her limited inhibitions. She’s often remembered for her pairing with best friend Ice, and the duo were a major staple of the 90′s Justice League series that also featured Guy Gardner, Blue Beetle (Ted Kord), Booster Gold, Bloodwynd (J’onn J’onzz), and others.
He’s not the best-case scenario, John, that’s my answer. Donald Trump is a fact-bending loose cannon who alienates mainstream voters with everything he says. But he gets constant media attention for free. There won’t be a day from now until November when Trump isn’t on every TV channel.