As I Type It

The job of anchoring a broadcast called News From The Great Re-Depression certainly lends itself to parody.  Indeed, shifting the focus of the American middle class away from media that gives us terms like “Octo-bama,” while simultaneously forcing open the jaws of a worldwide economic catastrophe and shoving my head in for a look around may seem, well, crazy.  But we here at Howdyland LLC firmly believe that if this decade is only half as ruined as we think it is, the iPhone shots will be pretty amazing. I say let them make fun of me.

When we first began broadcasting our reports, most of the staff believed the our mission to be self-limiting by its very nature. Quite honestly, we thought the Great Re-Depression would be long gone by now and we would be coasting along nicely with some sort of low budget documentary program about killer celebrities in prison. But still the misery drags on, and to survive in this highly specialized niche, HowdyLand’s topmost layer of management has signed an open-ended contact requiring us to remain on-task until the last job is restored and Circuit City rises from the dead to retail among us once again.

So yes– our undercover temp worker Chip Wizzler, chief recording engineer Steve, the many dozens of writers and producers, and yours truly will all be here for the duration, because someone must remain behind to be ignored by banks too big to fail; someone has to wander from room to room and turn on lights for no apparent reason; and someone must bear witness when computerized wind farms turn against us.