King Willie, Willie Weekly
Posted by Ruth on May 1st, 2010Well, that was quick.
I shot off my CV and some writing samples (Pro tip: ‘merkins call them “clips”. See? I’m learning the lingo already) to a few local papers, and one week, several emails and a Skype chat later, I’ve scored my first gig in the land of opportunity: an arts and entertainment internship with Willamette Week.
I’m quite chuffed about this; it was easily my favourite of the local rags when I was in town: a trendy, well-written mix of local news, politics, arts and culture. And it won a freaking Pulitzer!
What an incredibly awesome way to get to know the city and cut my chops in the local media.
But for some reason, every time I hear or read the name, I get this ad from my childhood stuck in my head:
Yes, it’s King Willie Weetie, the fat little Harry High Pants grain who tried to con kids that plain flakes of wheat (“simply steamed, rolled and toasted!”) were a preferable breakfast food to a crunchy chocolate milkshake or fruity rings of sugar (or my own personal nutritionally-barren childhood favourites, Fruity Pebbles, Corn Pops and Crunchy Nut Corn Flakes).
Hopefully I can extract that tune from my head sometime in the next month. Could get annoying.
