I wept that I had no shoes ’til I met a man with no feet.

So my last week hasn’t been what I would call great. Shitty is one word that comes to mind. Cornholing is another. Still, it’s nothing compared to the day a friend of mine from college must be having:

http://www.siliconvalley.com/mld/siliconvalley/news/editorial/9194170.htm

Tech breakdown nearly stops Tribune presses

The Chicago Tribune, which hasn’t missed an edition since the Great Fire of 1871, came perilously close to doing just that Monday.

Because of a computer breakdown, about 40 percent of subscribers received no paper Monday. And those that did got a truncated version with strange page numbering and unusual placement of some features.

The problems occurred after a flaw in software installed over the weekend crashed the newspaper’s production system. After struggling through the night, the newspaper managed at daybreak to begin printing an abbreviated Monday paper.

Man.

Jim, bite the pillow.

2 Responses to “I wept that I had no shoes ’til I met a man with no feet.”

  1. Geoff Says:

    I thought I had it bad, too! Who knew? Sorry, Jim!

  2. rick Says:

    hey bill — it’s chicago man, come on. what do they know?

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