9-year-old reporter breaks crime news, posts videos, fires back at critics

[jimmy olsen]

I'm inspired. 

When I was around 10, all jazzed up about the election news coverage, I had decided I would start my own newspaper out of my bedroom, although more of a news weekly than a daily.
 
Took a wooden crate, turned it upside down and it became the News Desk. 
Collected a few miscellaneous office supplies and, with just a legal pad and a box of carbon paper, I began the Ryan Weekly^tm.
Put together a few pieces...police news from Dad's department...some neighborhood stuff...fluff pieces about the dogs...AP stringers on Election '80, you know, because that's what small papers with limited staff do...using pencil, I meticulously put together several copies, printing deep enough for the carbon paper until my hand was numb.  I wanted it to look more like a gazette than a broadsheet, so I stapled the pages down the center.  Worked my ass off all day Saturday, making those copies for the DEBUT SUNDAY EDITION.

Sunday morning, went straight to the kitchen table, and sold my first copy to my mother for 25 cents.  Went to sell a copy to Dad, who said, "Nah, I'll just read your mother's copy."  Lesson: motherfucking learned. 



Fuck this little shit.  Fuck her in the fucking ear.

Don't hate just because the internet lets her reach a larger audience than you could.

[mongers]

I'm inspired. 

When I was around 10, all jazzed up about the election news coverage, I had decided I would start my own newspaper out of my bedroom, although more of a news weekly than a daily.
 
Took a wooden crate, turned it upside down and it became the News Desk. 
Collected a few miscellaneous office supplies and, with just a legal pad and a box of carbon paper, I began the Ryan Weekly^tm.
Put together a few pieces...police news from Dad's department...some neighborhood stuff...fluff pieces about the dogs...AP stringers on Election '80, you know, because that's what small papers with limited staff do...using pencil, I meticulously put together several copies, printing deep enough for the carbon paper until my hand was numb.  I wanted it to look more like a gazette than a broadsheet, so I stapled the pages down the center.  Worked my ass off all day Saturday, making those copies for the DEBUT SUNDAY EDITION.

Sunday morning, went straight to the kitchen table, and sold my first copy to my mother for 25 cents.  Went to sell a copy to Dad, who said, "Nah, I'll just read your mother's copy."  Lesson: motherfucking learned. 



Fuck this little shit.  Fuck her in the fucking ear.

Like a scene from a good Woody Alan film, but better.

[CountDeMoney]

Don't hate just because the internet lets her reach a larger audience than you could.

You mean, the same internet that lets you reach a larger audience as well?  Not exactly a ringing endorsement, shitbag.

[Eddie Teach]

Obviously you haven't read the anime thread.  Or you think I think watching anime is good for my wallet 

Anime is not fun, so he wouldn't have considered it before making his statement.

[Grinning_Colossus]

Gifted kids should be allowed to be shiftless layabouts like all the other children. Don't force them to be reporters or girl detectives. Let them only eat the marshmallows in their Lucky Charms, skip their homework, and stay up until midnight rotting their brains on tablet games. That's what I did.

[Phillip V]

Gifted kids should be allowed to be shiftless layabouts like all the other children. Don't force them to be reporters or girl detectives. Let them only eat the marshmallows in their Lucky Charms, skip their homework, and stay up until midnight rotting their brains on tablet games. That's what I did.

There's no forcing.

[Razgovory]

Huh.  When I was about 10 I tried to classify all the animals living in the area.  Bats, bugs, snakes, you name it. I remember finding an injured bat and looking through a ton of animal books to find out what kind of bat it was.  My dad solved that by squishing it.  Weirdest animal:  An enormous snapping turtle was just sitting in this old ladies yard.  No lakes or streams or creeks or rivers nearby.  No idea how it got there.

[Phillip V]

Huh.  When I was about 10 I tried to classify all the animals living in the area.  Bats, bugs, snakes, you name it. I remember finding an injured bat and looking through a ton of animal books to find out what kind of bat it was.  My dad solved that by squishing it.  Weirdest animal:  An enormous snapping turtle was just sitting in this old ladies yard.  No lakes or streams or creeks or rivers nearby.  No idea how it got there.

I wish I still had some of the crazy crap I created or compiled when I was kid.  Here is one of the few things that survived from while I was in my "living in the woods" dream phase around age 10.  Never have drawn anything as detailed since then.

[jimmy olsen]

Those birds are pretty sweet.

[grumbler]

Gifted kids should be allowed to be shiftless layabouts like all the other children. Don't force them to be reporters or girl detectives. Let them only eat the marshmallows in their Lucky Charms, skip their homework, and stay up until midnight rotting their brains on tablet games. That's what I did.

There's no forcing.

I think his tongue was in his cheek.

[Martinus]

When I was a kid I had this idea for maybe 3 or 4 months of creating a library-like catalogue of every astronomical object. I guess in retrospect it sounds pretty autistic. 

[garbon]

I had an encyclopedia like creation of keeping information on dinosaurs. One day I was really upset as the library books had to be returned the next day and I hadn't yet copied all of the information I wanted.

[lustindarkness]

I'm inspired. 

When I was around 10, all jazzed up about the election news coverage, I had decided I would start my own newspaper out of my bedroom, although more of a news weekly than a daily.
 
Took a wooden crate, turned it upside down and it became the News Desk. 
Collected a few miscellaneous office supplies and, with just a legal pad and a box of carbon paper, I began the Ryan Weekly^tm.
Put together a few pieces...police news from Dad's department...some neighborhood stuff...fluff pieces about the dogs...AP stringers on Election '80, you know, because that's what small papers with limited staff do...using pencil, I meticulously put together several copies, printing deep enough for the carbon paper until my hand was numb.  I wanted it to look more like a gazette than a broadsheet, so I stapled the pages down the center.  Worked my ass off all day Saturday, making those copies for the DEBUT SUNDAY EDITION.

Sunday morning, went straight to the kitchen table, and sold my first copy to my mother for 25 cents.  Went to sell a copy to Dad, who said, "Nah, I'll just read your mother's copy."  Lesson: motherfucking learned. 



Fuck this little shit.  Fuck her in the fucking ear.

You think Mom still has her copy? You could add it to your resumé.

[DGuller]

When I was young, I built guns shooting projectiles out of anything I had at my disposal, and was executing chess pieces with them. 

[Eddie Teach]

When I was young, I built guns shooting projectiles out of anything I had at my disposal, and was executing chess pieces with them. 

Have you kept your armament skills current?