This morning I received an email that contained a tweet that summarized a blog post that linked to news web site.

Can you imagine going back to November 5, 1955, and saying the sentence above to someone? They’d think you were crazy, yo! “This morning??? What are you looking at, butthead???”

The publisher’s desk. Wow. That sounds pretty important. Who is a publisher today? Oh, anyone with a computer, iPad, iPhone, iPod, cell phone or wristwatch. I think that’s about it, right? Now that I think about it I better edit my profile and add the word “publisher” asap. Then I had better gets me a desk. Can’t have one without the other I expect.

Those four words just ooze with ego. “Hey, look at me,” they scream. “I’m a publisher. And, additionally, I’m here to tell you that I’m a publisher.”

Okay. Got it. Thanks for the four-one-one.

I’m a publisher, too. Hey, I think I’ll click the publish button right now. Woots.

Oh yeah, other than bitching about the phrase “from the publisher’s desk” I really didn’t have much else to say. Maybe when I finally get my desk I’ll be more pithy and stuff.