A song about a boy, a multiple-choice test, and the lawyers that brought them together—student sues over SAT errors.
And with this snappy pop tune about litigation and education, The Aural Times has—you may want to sit down for this—published our 25th issue.
25! A glorious number. Grant you, it may seem no great feat—after all, you might say, The New York Times has been publishing daily for years. Decades, even. But then, the NYT is dull, dull, dull. Frankly, they’ve all the musical-headline sensibilities of a rock. A tone-deaf rock. Damn the NYT! Damn them all to—
The Interns are staring at me again. Did I get carried away? Apologies. What was my point? Yes! 25! 25 glorious, melodious issues! A small milestone it may be, but it is our milestone. And with 25, we can say, yes, good! Let us on to 50! And 100! 1000! And then we’ll see what those toneless creeps in New York have to say about it, with their “press badges” and their “expense accounts” and their—
Oh, stop staring, all of you! Get back to work!
