- January -- Took new scarf back to store because it was too tight
- February -- Fired from pharmacy job for failing to print labels... bottles won't fit in typewriter!
- March -- Got excited... finished jigsaw puzzle in 6 months... box said "2-4 years!"
- April -- Trapped on escalator for hours... power went out!
- May -- Tried to make Kool-Aid... 8 cups of water won't fit into those little packets!
- June -- Tried to go water skiing... couldn't find a lake with a slope
- July -- Lost breaststroke swimming competition. Learned later, other swimmers cheated, they used their arms!
- August -- Got locked out of car in rain storm... car swamped, because top was down
- September -- The capital of California is "C"... isn't it?
- October -- Hate M&M's, they are so hard to peel
- November -- Bakes turkey for 41/2 days... instructions said 1 hour per pound and I weigh 108!
- December -- Couldn't call 911... there's no eleven button on the phone!
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
Friday, December 21, 2007
From Mark Evanier
The scene is Farmer's Market — the famed tourist mecca of Los Angeles. It's located but yards from the facility they call, "CBS Television City in Hollywood"...which, of course, is not in Hollywood but at least is very close. Farmer's Market is a quaint collection of bungalow stores, produce stalls and little stands where one can buy darn near anything edible one wishes to devour. You buy your pizza slice or sandwich or Chinese food or whatever at one of umpteen counters, then carry it on a tray to an open-air table for consumption. During the Summer or on weekends, the place is full of families and tourists and Japanese tour groups. But this was a winter weekday, not long before Christmas, and the crowd was mostly older folks, dawdling over coffee and danish. For most of them, it's a good place to get a donut or a taco, to sit and read the paper. For me, it's a good place to get out of the house and grab something to eat.
I arrived, headed for my favorite barbecue stand and, en route, noticed that Mel Tormé was seated at one of the tables. Mel Tormé. My favorite singer. Just sitting there, sipping a cup of coffee, munching on an English Muffin, reading The New York Times. Mel Tormé. I had never met Mel Tormé. Alas, I still haven't and now I never will. He looked like he was engrossed in the paper that day so I didn't stop and say, "Excuse me, I just wanted to tell you how much I've enjoyed all your records." I wish I had. Instead, I continued over to the BBQ place, got myself a chicken sandwich and settled down at a table to consume it. I was about halfway through when four Christmas carolers strolled by, singing "Let It Snow," a cappella. They were young adults with strong, fine voices and they were all clad in splendid Victorian garb. The Market had hired them (I assume) to stroll about and sing for the diners — a little touch of the holidays."Let It Snow" concluded not far from me to polite applause from all within earshot. I waved the leader of the chorale over and directed his attention to Mr. Tormé, seated about twenty yards from me. "That's Mel Tormé down there. Do you know who he is?" The singer was about 25 so it didn't horrify me that he said, "No."I asked, "Do you know 'The Christmas Song?'" Again, a "No." I said, "That's the one that starts, 'Chestnuts roasting on an open fire...'" "Oh, yes," the caroler chirped. "Is that what it's called? 'The Christmas Song?'" "That's the name," I explained. "And that man wrote it." The singer thanked me, returned to his group for a brief huddle...and then they strolled down towards Mel Tormé. I ditched the rest of my sandwich and followed, a few steps behind. As they reached their quarry, they began singing, "Chestnuts roasting on an open fire..." directly to him. A big smile formed on Mel Tormé's face — and it wasn't the only one around. Most of those sitting at nearby tables knew who he was and many seemed aware of the significance of singing that song to him. For those who didn't, there was a sudden flurry of whispers: "That's Mel Tormé...he wrote that..."As the choir reached the last chorus or two of the song, Mel got to his feet and made a little gesture that meant, "Let me sing one chorus solo." The carolers — all still apparently unaware they were in the presence of one of the world's great singers — looked a bit uncomfortable. I'd bet at least a couple were thinking, "Oh, no...the little fat guy wants to sing." But they stopped and the little fat guy started to sing...and, of course, out came this beautiful, melodic, perfectly-on-pitch voice. The look on the face of the singer I'd briefed was amazed at first...then properly impressed. On Mr. Tormé's signal, they all joined in on the final lines: "Although it's been said, many times, many ways...Merry Christmas to you..." Big smiles all around. And not just from them. I looked and at all the tables surrounding the impromptu performance, I saw huge grins of delight...which segued, as the song ended, into a huge burst of applause.
The whole tune only lasted about two minutes but I doubt anyone who was there will ever forget it. I have witnessed a number of thrilling "show business" moments — those incidents, far and few between, where all the little hairs on your epidermis snap to attention and tingle with joy. Usually, these occur on a screen or stage. I hadn't expected to experience one next to a falafel stand — but I did. Tormé thanked the harmonizers for the serenade and one of the women said, "You really wrote that?" He nodded. "A wonderful songwriter named Bob Wells and I wrote that...and, get this — we did it on the hottest day of the year in July. It was a way to cool down. "Then the gent I'd briefed said, "You know, you're not a bad singer." He actually said that to Mel Tormé. Mel chuckled. He realized that these four young folks hadn't the velvet-foggiest notion who he was, above and beyond the fact that he'd worked on that classic carol. "Well," he said. "I've actually made a few records in my day...""Really?" the other man asked. "How many?" Tormé smiled and said, "Ninety."
Thursday, December 06, 2007
Melons -- Big-breasted gals whose bosoms resemble this fruit may appear to be the motherly type, but Lorenzoni says that assessment is way off base. "She likes eating and wants to be spoiled and admired," he said, "but seldom likes sex."
Lemons -- Happy-go-lucky girls who have these size breasts are "women who are full of life and can laugh at themselves," claimed the expert. "They want a balanced life without surprises."
Pineapples -- If you're looking for a brainy honey who'll stick with you through thick and thin, Lorenzoni suggest: "A woman with pineapple breasts is intelligent, often has a career but is still romantic. They are also faithful. Whoever wins their heart will not lose it quickly."
Grapefruits -- Boobs this size could be giving off the wrong signal if a guy is looking for a sex goddess. "This woman may look erotic, but is reality she's bashful," Lorenzoni explained. "She spoils her partner but prefers tenderness over sex."
Oranges -- Another lady who's all talk and no action is one with a bosom the shape of this fruit. "While she's self-confident, she has little interest in sex," said the researcher. "She likes conversation and friendship."
Pears -- This shaped woman is a pure romantic. "She loves love in all its variations," Lorenzoni proclaimed. "They can be very religious, but nonetheless pear women are famous for their steamy affairs."
Cherries -- Girls with petite breasts like this fruit are the most fun, according to Lorenzoni. "They're fun and very exciting," he said. If you want life to be a bowl of cherries, then this is your gal.
Tuesday, December 04, 2007
This is the pic that's causing Jennifer Love Hewitt so much grief. Poor thing. She's simply enjoying time at the beach and some photog snaps this beauty. In the "Immediate media" world we live in, it's bounced around the world in seconds.
If you haven't seen this already, you don't spend much time online do you?
Point is - she's under attack for being "fat."
Jenn today shot back "Since when is a size 2 fat?"
This picture alone is reason enough to avoid stardom at all costs.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
A meandering, blatantly uninteresting online diary that gives the author the illusion that people are interested in their stupid, pathetic life.
A blogger who forces their view of the world down the throats of other bloggers.
At their absolute worst when someone doesn't toe the bloggers party beliefs on what blogging is about. Usually more about the blogger protecting his or her perceived 'territory' on the web.
One of the most pathetic, immature displays of stupidity you'll stumble across on the internet. Usually between two or more bloggers regarding politics, religion, and a variety of other boring topics.
Someone posts something that makes someone else mad. That person retaliates with personal attacks, which leads the other person to retaliate. Other bloggers join in and post about the drama. Minions on all sides join ranks and battle each other to defend their favorite blogger. In the end, no-one wins, because they're all pathetic losers. It's so sad, but at the same time, highly entertaining to those on the outside who can only shake our heads and call them out for the losers they really are.
To hide under a bridge of the information superhighway known to be traveled by your sworn enemies, waiting to pounce at an opportune moment with senseless attacks and irrational rants.
"Term used to describe anyone with enough time or narcissism to document every tedious bit of minutia filling their uneventful lives. Possibly the most annoying thing about bloggers is the sense of self-importance they get after even the most modest of publicity. Sometimes it takes as little as a referral on a more popular blogger's website to set the lesser blogger's ego into orbit.
And yes, I just "blogged" this. I am part of the problem.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Said Obama: "This is the classic dirty trick of the campaign...This is just so irritating. This was not the Pledge of Allegiance. This woman was singing the Star Spangled Banner. Now, I was taught by my grandfather that you put your hands over your heart during the Pledge of Allegiance. The Star Spangled Banner, you sing. So that's what I did. These aren't the only e-mails that are going out. You've got e-mails saying that I'm a Muslim plant that's trying to take over America and this and that and the other."
If Obama's correct, Bill & Hillary are the idiots. I don't know who that other woman is, but she appears to be attempting to strangle herself.
Friday, November 09, 2007
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Every one of those little blue balls is a thought about something that needs to be done, a decision or a problem that needs to be solved.
Good thing a man's brain requires only two balls.
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
Thursday, October 11, 2007
Monday, October 08, 2007
This is John Travolta's house. Suburban Gainesville Florida. This is a subdivision that caters to those who fly. There's a runway over a mile long. Each home has a runway/driveway that allows you to literally taxi right up to your front door. By the way, that's a Gulfstream jet and a Boeing 707B. I wonder if he has to take off his shoes before he boards? This redefines cool. He flies almost everyday, but he has a couple of cars too. That's nice.
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
Monday, October 01, 2007
Sunday, September 23, 2007
Saturday, September 22, 2007
In the middle of the flight, while accidentally passing through Soviet air space, Soviet fighter jets appear getting close the aircraft. The Soviets, who didn't know the plane contained civilians, warned the pilot that they will shoot down the aircraft if it doesn't identify itself, and the pilot, for some unknown reason, doesn't respond.
Reports say the pilot never actually received the information, although theories about this are still unclear. An hour passes as the fighter jets still accompany the aircraft, and the orders from Soviet military is to shoot down the aircraft just as the plane was leaving Soviet airspace.
The Soviet fighter jets shot down the plane, with the aircraft plunging 35,000 feet in less than 90 seconds, killing 269 civilians, including a US congressman.
Hell broke loose. As the Soviets tried to defend their 'mistake', US President Ronald Reagan described the Soviets actions as "barbaric" and "a crime against humanity that must never be forgotten".
The tension between the two mega-powers hit an all-time high, and on 15 September 1983 the US administration banned Soviet aircraft from operating in US airspace. With the political climate in dangerous territory, both US and Soviet government were on high-alert believing an attack was imminent.
It was a cold night at the Serpukhov-15 bunker in Moscow on 26 September 1983 as Strategic Rocket Forces lieutenant colonel Stanislav Yevgrafovich Petrov resumed his duty, monitoring the skies of the Soviet Union, after taking a shift of someone else who couldn't go to work.
Just past midnight, Petrov received a computer report he'd dreaded all his military career to see, the computer captured a nuclear military missile being launched from the US, destination Moscow.
In the event of such an attack, the Soviet Union’s strategy protocol was to to launch an immediate all-out nuclear weapons counterattack against the United States with nuclear power, and immediately afterwards inform top political and military figures. From there, it would be taken a decision to further the military offensive on America.
The bunker was in full-alarm, with red lights all over the place as the missile was captured by the Soviet satellites via computers. Petrov wasn't convinced though. He believed that if the US attacked, they would have attacked all-out, not just sending one missile and giving a chance for them (the Soviets) to attack back.
Petrov figured something didn't make sense, as strategically, just one missile from the US would be a strategic disaster. He took some time to think and decided not to give the order a nuclear attack against America, since in his opinion, one missile didn't make sense strategically and it could easily have been a computer error.
But then, seconds later, the situation turned extremely serious. A second missile was spotted by the satellite. The pressure by the officers in the bunker to commence responsive actions against America started growing. A third missile was spotted, followed by a fourth. A couple of seconds later, a fifth one was spotted... everyone in the bunker was agitated as the USSR was under missile attack.
He had two options. Go with his instinct and dismiss the missiles as computer errors, breaking military protocol in the process or take responsive action and commence full-blown nuclear actions against America, potentially killing millions.
He decided it was a computer error, knowing deep down that if he was wrong, missiles would be raining down in Moscow in minutes.
Seconds turned to minutes, and as time passed it was clear Petrov was right, it was a computer error after all. Stanislav Petrov had prevented a worldwide nuclear war, a doomsday scenario that would have annihilated entire cities. He was a hero. Those around him congratulated him for his superb judgment.
Upon further investigation it resulted that the error came from a very rare sunlight alignment, which the computer read as missile.
Of course, top brass in the Kremlin didn't find it so heroic, as he broke military protocol and if he would have been wrong, risked millions of Russian lives. He was sent into early retirement, with a measly $200 a month pension, suffering a nervous breakdown in the process.
Due to military secrecy, nobody knew Petrov's heroic judgment until 1998, when a book written by a Russian officer present at the bunker revealed that World War 3 was closer than people thought, and a nuclear holocaust was avoided by a close shave.
Even though the Russian have little sympathy to the man who saved millions of American lives, the United Nations and a number of US agencies honoured the man who could have started a nuclear war, but didn't.
Next year, a documentary film entitled 'The Man who saved the World' is set to be released, perhaps giving Petrov some financial help, thanking him for the incredible part he had in keeping the US and the USSR out of a full-blown war.
Without knowing on the cold Moscow night back in 1983, a badly paid 44 year old military officer saved the world, and made himself one of the most influential persons of the century in the process, saving more lives than anyone ever did.
Most of today's people don't know it, but today's world as we know it, is like it is because of Stanislav Petrov.
Friday, September 21, 2007
Rockford Illinois will start seizing vehicles that play music too loudly. The kicker is that your car can be seized if someone merely accuses you of playing loud music, because "hearsay evidence shall be admissible."
The ordinance is worded this way: ""No person shall operate... any device used to... reproduce any recorded sound if the device is located... in any motor vehicle on the public way and the sound can be heard from 75 feet or more from the device." And you don't have to be playing music at the time -- someone could have heard you blasting tunes on your way down the street and reported it to the police. By the time the police show up your stereo's been silent for hours. But if the police determine there's probable cause that it was you, your car goes away.
The fine is $150 to $750, plus $75 for towing and $20 per day for storage. If the officer has to wait more than an hour for the tow truck, it's another $60 per hour for his or her time. And if you want to fight it, the city keeps your car while you go through the appeals process, charging you for storage fees, of course. Silent running might be the phrase to keep in mind while rolling through Rockford.
Tuesday, September 11, 2007
Meet the Continental Finance Mastercard.
Account setup fee: $99
Program participation fee: $89
Annual fee: $49
Account maintenance fee: $120 (charged @ $10/month)
Purchase APR: 19.92%
Authorized user fee: $30 (great! seems like $53 credit is a bit too much for a single person to handle)
Credit limit increase fee: $25 (and you don't even have to ask for it!)
Internet payment fee: $4 for each authorized internet payment.
Damn. This card is shockingly awful. And to make matters worse: If you use this card to repair your credit history you're stuck with it because canceling the account will shorten your credit history and drop your score. What a headache.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
She has no intention of quitting, "I have smoked ever since infant school and I have never thought about quitting. There were not all the health warnings like there are today when I started. It was the done thing."
Thursday, August 23, 2007
Angela says her reaction was so extreme that she wound up spending five days in the hospital with severe bowel problems, and even required surgery. So now, together with her husband who claims he's been deprived of her "society, companionship, and consortium," she's suing Micky D’s. She's looking at $100,000 in damages.
Meanwhile, the suits at the Golden Arches have no comment…
Something has happened to me in the last several months. I can no longer eat McDonalds without feeling queazy. The food doesn't need to be rancid to make me sick. It all pretty much makes me gag. I've eaten at Mickey D's all my life. My size became quite large. Now, after swearing off fast food - I've lost quite a bit of weight. My insides can no longer tolerate the grease, and from my new pant size - I'm happy about it.
Thursday, August 09, 2007
Thursday, July 26, 2007
I once bought a car on the phone. I hadn't even seen it. I had a friend drive by and look at it. He liked it, and told me I should buy it - and I did. The papers were signed before I even sat behind the wheel.
I bought a rider mower on a whim. It turned out to be one of the best decisions I ever made.
I bought a computer on-line. Took about 3 minutes.
I can complete any grocery shopping trip in 20% of the time the average American takes.
It should come as no surprise I bought a house in two days.
My Illinois house sold so quickly, the truck with my belongings needed a Wichita address, or I'd face a huge storage fee. I bought a house in two days. I got pre-approval from a local bank. I contacted a Realtor, and asked if it was possible to close in as little as 10 days. They said, "It is possible." I arrived on a Sunday, looked at houses Monday and half a day Tuesday - then made an offer. The offer was accepted, the financing squared away & my furniture will arrive about 5 hours after I get the keys this Saturday.
I must be a "dream client" for a Realtor. Actually, the Internet made the quick decision possible, as we looked at over 500 houses online before we arrived. The commission paid on my deal will amount to several hundred dollars an hour. I imagine for every customer like me, a Realtor gets twenty that drag the process out - wasting everybody's time.
I expect a plaque will be placed in my Realtors office with my picture, detailing the "World Record Time" on our sale. I also expect a Christmas Card and a bottle of Dom Perignon on the kitchen counter.
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
The Wichita Police Department, apparently thrilled at the news Brian & Kellie were in town, decided to wave us to the side of the road. The Police didn't use their flashing lights. They must have recognized us, as they flailed their arms as we approached. "Wow", I thought. Maybe they want to give us the key to the city! We met a very nice officer who immediately began writing what I assumed was an autograph request. As it turned out, he wanted my autograph, and a small donation to the city of Wichita. How honored I was to be considered a Wichita resident so quickly. I have a special number I have to call. I imagine this is a special Big Time radio host number. I can't wait to make the call. To be welcomed this way by these hard working men in uniform is flattering. If each day in Wichita is as personally satisfying as this day, I'm gonna love this place.
Thursday, July 12, 2007
This is WFMB-AM 1450, formerly WCVS "The Big 14" at 3055 S. 4th.
That's Sam Madonia & Jeff Hoffman with Brian & Kellie. I was the night jock in the seventies, and Kell was the mid-day girl in the early 80's. This is truly the room where it all began for me. If you've ever driven by the studios, this is the old main round studio at the center of the round building. Sam gave us 90 minutes and took calls from listeners, and even advertisers who we worked with over the years. Thanks to Bob Ridings for the kind words, and George Haven, my SHS math teacher for calling in. It seems appropriate to leave this town from the same room where I spoke my first real commercial radio words a long time ago.
Thanks to Sam, Paul & GM Kevin O'Dea for the opportunity. Off now to Wichita. The next post from there.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Immediately afterward, we ventured down the hall to join our old friend Bob Murray at sister station, 1240 WTAX. We both worked with Bob for a long time and hadn't been heard together in about 10 years. We could have done 4 hours with Bob, but the old radio stories would have become tiring to the audience.
All the best to these radio pros. By the way, I officially endorsed Bob's show as the one to listen to for all the displaced Brian & Kellie fans.
Saturday, July 07, 2007
As of now, we'll appear on WYMG with Max & Liz at 7am Wednesday July 11. About 7:40 that same day, we'll appear with Bob Murray on WTAX.
The next day, Thursday July 12, we'll appear with Sam Madonia on WFMB-AM in the 7am hour. I'm led to believe we'll take calls on that show.
I sincerely thank my fellow broadcasters for the opportunity.
Tuesday, July 03, 2007
We are excited to announce we have accepted the position of morning show personalities on Journal Broadcast Group's KFDI-FM (kfdi.com) Wichita, Kansas. Journal Broadcast Group, headquartered in Milwaukee WI, owns and operates 36 radio stations and nine television stations in 12 states.
It was a tough decision to move away from our family and friends here in Springfield. We explored all the radio options here and even opportunities outside of broadcasting in our quest to stay local. Our phone rang with offers all across the country. Frankly, we turned down many because the fit wasn't quite right. When Wichita called, we visited the city, and found a perfect fit.
We want to express thanks to the hundreds of you who e-mailed us. Thanks to those of you who introduced yourselves as we were out and about. Literally each time we left the house, we were recognized and people expressed their support. We were stopped in the grocery store, at restaurants, the mall, gas stations and the dry cleaner. We were approached at the hardware store and at the movies. We tried to explain what was going on to the mailman, people inside drive-up windows and the FedEx lady at our front door. It makes us feel good to know we touched your lives. 15 years waking up a city is quite a feat, but we're not quite finished. We only hope that Wichita opens it's arms to us the way you have all these years.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
As the name implies, women apparently go here and dish on their mans lovemaking. The details are all there. It looks like they don't use last names - obviously sparing themselves the lawsuits.
This is every mans nightmare. Oh girls, I know you think this is cute, but every guy will click this and navigate the pages to see if they make the lists. What trauma it will be to those that find their name there. Maybe you thought you were a terrific lover, only to discover what she really thinks.
What kind of woman would do this to a man anyway? How on Earth will he perform upon discovering that you told the Earth he is a lousy lover? There's too much pressure already. This site may actually make matters worse.
There needs to be a site called, Iknowitsaliebutheisincredibleinbed dot com. We men are gullible enough to believe it.
Monday, February 19, 2007
Saturday, February 17, 2007
The picture shows that this soldier has been through Survival School and learned his lessons well. He’s giving the sign of “coercion” with his left hand. These hand signs are taught in survival school to be used by POW’s as a method of posing messages back to our intelligence services who may view the photo or video. This guy was being coerced into shaking hands with Hillary Clinton. It’s ironic perhaps because she’s never understood our military to begin with.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
In reality she's been around since 2003. Fulla will never have a boyfriend doll like Ken, but look for a Doctor Fulla and a Teacher Fulla soon.
By the way, Fulla is $16 - in a region where the average monthly take home pay is $100.
What's under that coat? Run!!!! Did I say that? Sorry. You make the call.
This is an 18 month old dog named, "Baby." Baby used to pee like the other dogs. He'd raise his leg and pee on the tree. This is of course is in the "dog handbook", all dogs receive. Most dogs figure it out, and follow it's "peeing instructions" all their lives. Not Baby.
Baby now stands on his front legs and well, look at the picture. This is the way Baby now pees. Every time - no fail. Baby's owner is perplexed as to why her pooch has adopted this acrobatic position to pee.
Let me see if I can analyze what baby is doin' here. Baby apparently wants to get as much tree/pee coverage as possible. Why pee at the base of the tree, when you can pee way up the trunk and let it run down? Maybe it simply feels good? Maybe Baby pees this way - BECAUSE HE CAN!!!
I can't pee this way. I envy Baby. I haven't ever looked into alternative ways to pee. This is a remarkable dog.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Music Row isn't welcoming them back into the country-music fold.
Most country stations aren't playing the Chicks, and they aren't going to start now.
The awards likely will have the opposite effect, sparking another radio backlash against TDC. Comrades in Country Radio insist the five Grammys show how out of touch the Recording Academy is from the average country fan.
Country stations quit playing TDC in 2003 after Natalie Maines announced, "Just so you know, we're ashamed the president of the United States is from Texas." TDC sang about it in their single, "Not Ready to Make Nice," which won Grammys as record and song of the year. Their album, "Taking the Long Way," won album of the year.
At the recent CMA awards TDC weren't even nominated for a prize.
"Not Ready to Make Nice" peaked at #36 on the Billboard charts - and it's the BEST COUNTRY ALBUM?
I'm with Nashville on this one. So the West Coast thinks TDC deserve awards. Los Angeles doesn't even have an FM Country station. That is how out of touch the Recording Academy is.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
Barack me Gently. Barack me Slowly. Take it easy, don't you know, I have never been Baracked like this before.
I love Barack-n-Roll, put another dime in the Jukebox Baby.
We will We will - Barack you.
If there's a Barack-N-Roll Heaven, you know they've got a Hell of a band.
One O-Clock, Two O-Clock, Three O-Clock Barack.
I'm Just a Singer in A Barack-N-Roll Band.
Geez, Obama will have it easy when it comes to picking a theme song. I came within 50 feet of Wonderboy today, but couldn't score a photo. I did however score this one with Chris Matthews on the Today Show set. That's my son Nick, on the left.
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
OTHER THINGS WITH A 28 PERCENT APPROVAL RATING
• Boxer Briefs
• Kelly Osbourne
• Body Hair on Guys
• A Wall Along the Mexican Border
• Text Message Flirting
• Cottage Cheese
THINGS WITH AN APPROVAL RATING HIGHER THAN GEORGE W. BUSH
• Brussels Sprouts (51%)
• Coke Zero (41%)
• Hillary Duff (52%)
• Jennifer Love Hewitt (36%)
• Fruit Cake (40%)
• Kevin Federline (45%)
• Rosie O`Donnell on The View (46%)
• Crocheting (72%)
• Fishing (49%)
• Legalizing Prostitution (58%)
• The Dentist (45%)
• Hanson (53%)
• In-Laws (68%)
• Figs (76%)
• The Name "Shiloh Nouvel Jolie Pitt" (29%)
• Ciara`s Goodies (55%)
• The Pussy Cat Dolls (56%)
• Ryan Seacrest (60%)
• The "Dude, You`re getting a Dell!" Guy (42%)
• The Backstreet Boys (66%)
• Nickelback (57%)
• Sum 41 (63%)
• Hootie & The Blowfish (84%)
• Stepping in Dog Shit (35%)
• Walking in the Rain Without an Umbrella (60%)
• Small Breasts (50%)
• Getting Kicked in the Balls (41%)
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Monday, February 05, 2007
- I can name my partner's best friends.
- I know what stresses my partner is currently facing.
- I know the names of some people who have been irritating my partner lately.
- I can tell you some of my partner's life dreams.
- I know my partner's basic philosophy of life.
- I can list the relatives my partner likes the least.
- I feel that my partner knows me pretty well.
- When we're apart, I think fondly of my partner.
- I often touch or kiss my partner affectionately.
- My partner really respects me.
- There is passion in our relationship.
- Romance is still part of our relationship.
- My partner appreciates the things I do.
- My partner likes my personality.
- Our sex life is mostly satisfying.
- At the end of the day my partner is glad to see me.
- My partner is one of my best friends.
- We just love talking to each other.
- There is lots of give and take (both people have influence) in our discussions.
- My partner listens respectfully even when we disagree.
- My partner is usually a great help as a problem solver.
- We generally mesh well on basic values and goals in life.
What your answers mean:
15 or more positive answers: You have a lot of strength in your relationship.
8 to 14 positive answers: This is a pivotal time in your relationship as there are strengths you can build upon, but do focus on the weaknesses that need your attention.
7 or fewer: Your relationship may be in serious trouble and could be headed for the rocks. If you're concerned about this, it means you probably still value the relationship enough to get help.
Friday, February 02, 2007
Anyone who has ever tried to find an agent or get a manuscript accepted by a publisher knows what a tough business writing is. Even if you do get your book published, there's no guarantee anyone will buy it.
The following statistics about book publishing and reading were found on www.parapub.com, the Web site of self-publishing guru Dan Poynter. They'll give you an idea of what you're up against if you want to write books for a living.
1/3 of high school graduates will never read another book for the rest of their lives.
42 percent of college graduates never read another book after college.
80 percent of U.S. families did not buy or read a book last year.
70 percent of U.S. adults have not been in a bookstore in the last five years.
57 percent of new books are not read to completion.
70 percent of books published do not earn back their advance.
70 percent of the books published do not make a profit.
A successful fiction book sells 5,000 copies.
A successful nonfiction book sells 7,500 copies.
On average, a bookstore browser spends 8 seconds looking at a book's front cover and 15 seconds looking at the back cover.
Each day in the U.S., people spend 4 hours watching TV, 3 hours listening to the radio and 14 minutes reading magazines.
I read nearly 300 pages a day, none from books.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
Recently I noticed I get traffic from people searching for "Hillary Clinton bathing Suit Photos."
Hillary Clinton? Spare me. Hillary? Good Lord man, of all the people I wanna see in a bathing suit, Hillary's gotta be last on the list. Hell, people would rather see ME in a bathing suit that Hillary.
The panties posts are still my top posts. This post is simply to satisfy the craving for this apparently elusive pic. Here it is.
Monday, January 29, 2007
This blog, as most others, is embedded with tracking software. I can see your IP address, what you look at, where you live, and what you searched for. This isn't "news" - certainly you knew everything we do here is traceable. What IS news is the traffic a "Panties post" generates.
Geez, there are perverted people on line. I could post what some of you are searching for, but it wouldn't be appropriate here. I am amazed at the "Panties hits" and the worlds apparent fascination with them. OK, I'm not amazed, but I'm shocked you're searching BLOGS for panties.
There are most certainly hundreds of sites devoted to panties and your quest for them - here, all you got was someone shocked at a talented girl exposing hers. I expect THIS post to generate even more traffic because of the title of the post. I'll get back to you on this societal development.
Thursday, January 25, 2007
15 Seconds If you had 15 seconds to tell the world whatever you want to, what would you say? Well, now's your chance to be seen and heard on national television, courtesy of CBS Interactive. Post your 15-second video on YouTube, and CBS Interactive will select one to be broadcast on TV. The winning entry will air on CBS on Super Bowl Sunday. Every two weeks, CBS Interactive will select five videos from the "15 Seconds on CBS YouTube" group and post them on cbs.com.
Click over to Youtube and see some of the entries. There are hundreds.
Over the last 18 months there has been a dramatic shift in how the networks deal with Youtube. Their initial reaction was: REMOVE THOSE VIDEOS! THIS IS COPYRIGHT CONTENT! Youtube then removed them - and soon thereafter they were re-posted with different titles. This cat & mouse game went on for months. CBS, FOX & ABC these days embraces the technology and actually PROVIDES video to the site. I imagine a whole new office has opened at these networks, full of people that do nothing all day but monitor & upload video to the site. Why not? It appears NBC is slagging behind here. They appear to want to have their content exclusive to nbc.com. That doesn't mean NBC content isn't on the site, it is - but NBC still has videos yanked.
Youtube and the like is the future. The Internet is the WILD WILD WEST - the Genie is out of the bottle and won't go back in, Pandoras box is wide open.
It's time all media embrace the Internet. Copyrights? Spare me. ASCAP, BMI? Gimme a break. Software, music, photography, movies and now television are now - and always be free on the Internet. There's no going backwards. If you're willing to search, EVERYTHING is online - and it's all gratis.
This is how I'd spend my 15 seconds in CBS' contest. That last paragraph verbatim.
Monday, January 22, 2007
I can't stand Hillary Clinton. I resist saying hate, but my feelings are just short of hate. To hate her, I'd need to meet her in person. Then, I'm sure I would hate her. But, suffice it for now, I dis-like her very much. Other things I abhor come to mind. (Did I say abhor?) I don't like brussel sprouts, crying babies & rap music. I'm not fond of flat tires, skipping CD's & stains on the carpet. I can't stand the smell of women getting a perm, playing soccer, bad breath & pens that explode ink inside my shirt pocket - yet I prefer all these things to Hillary Clinton.
Why do I dislike this woman so much? I thought she held up well during Bills shenanigans, so what could it be? I know what it is plain & simple. She thinks she's smarter than me. She thinks she's smarter than anyone in the room. The "vibe" she gives off - comes from way over my head, and she feels the need to talk down to me. She is the polar opposite of Bill (I wasn't crazy about him either) - but he connected to people in a way she never will. I ask myself if she has a chance receiving votes from "regular people." These are the voters in the "fly over" states - the red states in between New York & California (The whole country) I see Homer, Ed & Jimmy sitting at a coffee shop in Springfield Missouri drinking coffee. Hillary sees herself as intellectually superior to these people. She may be, but has to be able to relate to them. Bill could - Hillary can't.
So Hillary is the front runner. According to whom? Average Americans? She is incapable of relating with an Average American. She relates to her own kind - loudmouth, activist, know-it-all, I know better than you, let me show you the way liberals - and there aren't enough of them to ever put her in the White House.
There. Done. That felt good.