Wednesday, March 24, 2004

Uhh... Yak?

So, I know a few people have managed to find this amateurish attempt at a blog. And of course, the burning question everybody has is... why call it the Daily Yak? What? You didn't ask about that? Well, trust me... inquiring minds want to know.

When I was a little boy I had a yak. No, no, not that kind of yak! You see, when I was in 4th or 5th grade I discovered my mother's old electric typewriter. Soon I was pecking away on those keys and the clack-clack-clack sound of words being hammered out onto paper filled my bedroom. I decided to go into the newspaper biz!

At first I could only bang out one issue a day. Well... make that one copy of one issue, at least until I discovered the miracle of carbon-paper. And it wasn't exactly every day. Luckily my circulation was low, so the lack of production wasn't a problem. I sold subscriptions to my parents and hired my younger siblings as reporters (of course I don't think they could actually write at that point, but I felt better calling myself editor-in-chief when I had reporters working for me). We covered all the important goings-on of our home, wherever that might be (we moved a lot). There was the time our cat got a cold and kept sneezing, and the time my brother got stabbed in the foot with a pitchfork (I swear, it wasn't my fault). And the time, with the help of a Franciscan monk, we discovered a bunch of dead bats in the attic. Still hanging from the rafters, no less. The bats, not the monk. Rivetting, front-page stuff if I do say so myself!

This impressive one page rag was originally named the Star, since I thought it sounded newspaperish. The Star seemd kind of stale after a few days, so I wracked my little brain for a new name. And the Daily Yak was born! I'm not sure exactly how I came up with that name, but I liked it. It was a bit of a play on the different meanings of the word, and it was was just kind of fun to say. I have a bunch of those original Yaks sitting around here somewhere gathering dust. Maybe I can scan them and put them up on the web?

Hhmm.... wonder if my brother and sister would still be willing to write a column for a nickle?

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