Charley Stough started the Burned-Out Newspapercreatures Guild (BONG) Bull e-mail newsletter in 1988, and kept dishing out its mix of an all-text comic strip, dusty newspaper parables and the occasional joke list on a nearly weekly basis until a few weeks ago. I started subscribing whilst learning The Craft, and find it hard to quantify just how much I picked up from the damn thing. BONG Bull was kinda funny, sometimes, and always well-put together, but through some mystical farrago it imparted more bedrock truth about journalism as we know it today than many years of urgent care from the brahmins at the review mags and pointy-head websites. I never did pick up Stough's merchandise, such as the typewriter-key cufflinks or my official Chagrin Falls Commercial Scimitar press badge (which was apparently used as a real press badge in hostile territories around the world), but the last tickets for Charley's nostalgia tour won't last forever.
Thursday, July 07, 2005
DEEPLINKS: The end of BONG Bull
Charley Stough started the Burned-Out Newspapercreatures Guild (BONG) Bull e-mail newsletter in 1988, and kept dishing out its mix of an all-text comic strip, dusty newspaper parables and the occasional joke list on a nearly weekly basis until a few weeks ago. I started subscribing whilst learning The Craft, and find it hard to quantify just how much I picked up from the damn thing. BONG Bull was kinda funny, sometimes, and always well-put together, but through some mystical farrago it imparted more bedrock truth about journalism as we know it today than many years of urgent care from the brahmins at the review mags and pointy-head websites. I never did pick up Stough's merchandise, such as the typewriter-key cufflinks or my official Chagrin Falls Commercial Scimitar press badge (which was apparently used as a real press badge in hostile territories around the world), but the last tickets for Charley's nostalgia tour won't last forever.
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