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My Post-Apocalyptic Posse

November 21, 2008 - Summer Wallace-Minger

My sister asked me when I was going to blog next.

Sierra, my district circulation manager, asked me when I was going to blog next.

Sue, my managing editor, asked me when I was going to blog next.

Jeremy, the blog police and one-half of Jason&Jeremy, told me to blog again.

It's not that I'm all that great shakes as a blogger, mind you. It's just that they want someone to blog, and I have a habit of not shutting up. Apparently, that translates well in the blogging world.

Frankly, even the fifteen minutes it takes to whip together these blogs are hard to find some weeks. But my sister, Sue and Sierra asked. So I'll do it. But it's such a burden. Imagine I'm whining while I say that, okay?

So, I was thinking ... who among my coworkers would I want to have in my posse in a post-apocalyptic world? Who would survive if everyone went all "Mad Max"?

Here's my list:

Madame Marian, Matriarch of the Newsroom

Community editor Marian Houser is our den mother, and every post-apocalyptic group needs a mother figure. Plus, she's tough. She's our Aunty Entity, only without the crazy hair and outfits.

Gearhead Pablo

Paul Giannamore is our business editor. And he loves anything with a motor. But in a post-apocalyptic world, he'd be our group's motorpool guy.

Mark the Enforcer

Mark Law is our courts and police beat reporter. He would make a smooth transition to enforcement.

Cookie Jody

An avid gardener and cooking enthusaist, city editor Jody Powers would rule the kitchen ... or the cooking fire. Whichever. 

Shaman Sue

Our city editor could help lift our hopes with her spirituality and faith. She could be our post-apocalyptic priestess.


Anyone who's tattooed the inside of a black bear's lip is someone I want on my team after it all goes down.


Because Marian won't leave him behind. Also, he can be the nice-guy sidekick.

And who am I? I'm a fuel-injected suicide machine. I am the rocker, I am the roller, I am the out-of-controller!

Points for getting the reference. Also, if you want to join my post-apocalyptic posse, let me know what special skills you bring to the party.


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