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By Patrick O'Grady
maddogmedia at gmail dot com
A letter from the editor
I ALWAYS WANTED TO BE A CARTOONIST. And I am. But I've been a writer and editor for the past three decades, too, and that's what's kept the kibble in the dog dish all these years.
If I'd had to rely on cartooning for a living, I'd have starved to death in the summer of 1977, shortly after graduating from the University of Northern Colorado at Greeley with a bachelor's degree in journalism and minors in political science, sex, drugs, alcohol and rock 'n' roll. Because while I went on to draw editorial cartoons for a number of newspapers, among them The Arizona Daily Star in Tucson, the Corvallis Gazette-Times in Oregon and The Pueblo Chieftain in Colorado, they all insisted that I do something else, too, and plenty of it, if I wanted to get a weekly check with more than two digits on it.
So I've written hard news, features and commentary; spent many an evil night as a rim rat on one copy desk or another, editing other people's stories, writing headlines and laying out pages; and even scored a half-assed title from time to time, generally in lieu of a raise and prefaced with the word "assistant" assistant news editor, assistant city editor, assistant sports editor, assistant features editor. I made it all the way to news editor once, at a chain of suburban weeklies in Denver, only to get laid off. And I quit newspapering altogether in 1991 after a short stint as the feature editor of The New Mexican, where I edited copy, laid out pages, wrote about bicycle racing and took pictures for the sports department and yes, drew cartoons.
In late 1991, after nearly 15 years with my scabby little snoot pressed to various grindstones of journalism, I took up free-lancing. Twenty-two years later, I'm still at it, writing and cartooning for Bicycle Retailer and Industry News, running the VeloNews.com website on weekends and reviewing touring bicycles for Adventure Cyclist.
Between paying gigs, I post to my personal blog, Mad Blog Media. I launched an earlier version of that free WordPress blog in late 2008, Mad Blog Media v1.0, with a WordPress install on the back end of this site, which had come to feel unwieldy and one-sided in an era that increasingly demands two-way communication.
I'm leaving this archive in place seven years' worth of toxic cranium exhaust and you may feel free to peruse these pointless harangues at your leisure. But be advised that they contain toxic quantities of disrespectful parody aimed at my betters and rude satires intended to cause grievous harm to the humorless clots of tight-sphinctered ninnies whose breaking of wind only dogs can hear. Mad Dog Media neither sells nor installs senses of humor we merely service them.
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Come fall we generally crank up the Dogmobile for another alcohol-fueled run to Sin City and back for a peek at next year's bicycles, to say nothing of a red-eyed stare into many an empty glass. Pickled insights regarding the 2006 Interbike trade show can be found here and here. Gluttons for punishment can find the 2005 edition here. Serious masochists can get the sodden scoop on Interbike 2004 here.
As if regular TV isn't bad enough, right? I've discovered video, in a very lame, minimalist way, and expect to be nominated for an Emmy in the prestigious category of Obscure Online Annoyances. Think of it as proof that some pictures are not worth a thousand words.
When the spirit moves, which is not often, I fiddle with podcasting. So if you're up against it in the cube farm and have a set of headphones handy, flip your digital dial to 66.6 for some virtual venom.