At the Goat Rodeo:

When things become particularly disorganized at the station, Joel Hurd refers to it as a goat rodeo. Them suckers were everywhere today. At 10 am both the news and calendar sections of the website vanished into whatever hidey holes errant bytes find in the gullies of cyberspace. It is a rule of thumb that one week off equals two weeks behind. And so I find myself working late, getting up to stretch every now and then and think those after-hours thoughts. Like--if every byte in the website was the size of a malted milk ball, would it fill the moon? or, If we can't understand their language, how can we be certain that sea lions aren't barking haiku? Oh well, back to the roping.