Is it in fact unfair to criticize a formerly great artist for his latter day sins, is it better to burn out or fade away?
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Ministry of Silly Blogging
lt's not particularly silly, is it? I mean, the right side of the blog isn't silly at all and the left side merely does a forward aerial half turn every alternate post. But I think that with Government backing I could make it very silly.
Hey, it's worth a shot. Isn't it? Worth a shot?
What's to tell, really? I'm a sarcastic Fat Guy with little concern for the feelings of others if it would sacrifice my amusement. I spent most of my life in and around Milwaukee, WI, including my formative years. Went to college in Texas, then moved back north for 15 years before the wife and I packed up our lives to try a new start in Tampa, FL, land of the oversized insects and mutant frogs.
Now we've moved to Ohio, wish us luck! It may not be 'home', but so much closer to the real thing. Is that a hill?
Ecce potestas casei! (Curious? http://tinyurl.com/l4z77u)
The FTC has mandated that we as bloggers must make full disclosure of any compensation we may have received for our past endorsements.
I have received none. Zilch. Bupkus. Not a sausage. But not without trying.
So please, if you'd like to pay me to heartily endorse your product and/or service, just let me know, because I could use the money.
Or a Cadillac. A Cadillac would be nice.
Not that I expected Him to, nor did I ask. Certainly, there are far larger things going on in the world than my having to listen to broadcast radio.
All the same, having spent the last three months nearly commercial-free, almost always finding music to suit my mood, whatever mood that may be, suddenly being faced with static, lost stations, non-stop ads, unwitty 'witty morning banter' and country music (actually, it's both kinds: country and western) is like torture.
(And not the good kind, with spankings...)
It was something, driving to lunch with typical early-80's new wave in the background, only to get back in the car after some great tacos to nothing. Well, an XM advertisement looping non-stop, but not early-80's new wave, to be sure.
I can't say they didn't warn me. I ignored the mail, the phone calls at inopportune times, even the emails. Because part of me cringes at the idea of paying for radio. However, that part is the one with no short-term memory, the holier-than-thou part of my brain that forgets we hate commercials, unwitty 'witty morning banter' and country music. It's also the same part of my brain that hates buying bottled water or paying for cable, but those are completely different subjects.
I'm just going to have to break down and pay the XM piper, aren't I?
On an unrelated note, have you noticed the trusty sidebar here at CDS Enterprises? There's a nifty little PayPal button over there, where you can achieve great esteem in the eyes of this site's author by donating to the XM cause.
No? Then at least click the email link and ask the nerdy fat guy an interesting question. It's the least you could do.