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By Smaktakula
Tardsie Has Long Been An Advocate For The Less Fortunate.
Much of the hard work which makes Promethean Times such a magical family experience occurs behind the scenes. Our small, tight-knit staff is more like a family than a collection of colleagues, with the exception of our copy editor, Arturo, although we are quite fond of him.
If You See Something Fishy In This Picture, You're Right! The Backpack Posing With Mike Meyers Is Actually A Tardsie Impersonator.
At the center of it all is our venerable Editor-In-Chief, Tardsie the Backpack. Although Tardsie was not the first to helm Promethean Times, it is his vision which guides us today. When Rodrigo O’Bannon was fired after Promethean Times’ shaky first few months, Tardsie came out of a well-deserved retirement to right the ship. The impact of his calm leadership on our inexperienced young staff cannot be overstated, and that Promethean Times not only exists but flourishes today is a testament to his influence.
Most People Aren't Aware That Tardsie Was The Stunt-Double For The Runaway Baby Stroller In "The Untouchables."
Tardsie the Backpack spent the majority of his career before coming to Promethean Times as a travel reporter, publishing several travel narratives. The most famous among these, Travels With Tardsie, catapulted the young backpack to stardom and made him an overnight literary darling. His out-of-print novel, So Beats The Nylon Heart, met with a warm response, although sales were disappointing. He worked briefly as an investigative reporter, achieving some success, before being blacklisted for what he calls “political reasons.”
In Dublin With His Pal James Joyce, Of Whom Tardsie Once Said, "He's The Only Irishman I'd Allow In My Home."
Today Tardsie only slightly resembles the brash young backpack who courageously went undercover to expose point-shaving in Special Olympics basketball and who partied with celebrities. At nine years old, Tardsie has grown contemplative. Two of this three zippers are long gone, “And the other one’s busted!” he jokes. “They made me with cheap nylon,” he says, indicating the rupturing seams along his sides.
Tardsie Always Stops At The Memorial When He's In DC. In '67, His Uncle Frederick, A Foot Locker, Was Misplaced In A Saigon Whorehouse, Never To Be Found.
“I don’t regret anything,” Tardsie says. “Something my dad used to say still resonates with me. He said ‘Life experiences are like quarters. You lose both by sitting on the couch.’ I’ve tried to live my life by that.”
Although that advice actually comes from the side of a Jamba Juice cup, we’re sure that the elder Tardsie was indeed a wise bag.
Tardsie Reports On The Italian Elections. He Was Arrested And Briefly Detained For Defacing Berlusconi Campaign Posters.
Tardsie Goes Undercover To Investigate Allegations That Coors Is Made From Horse Piss. It Turns Out It's Supposed To Taste That Way.
Tardsie Successfully Lobbies Pope Benedict XVI To Permit Condom Use Among Rent Boys.
What Happens In Vegas Stays In Vegas. But The Stains Are Permanent.
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