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.
This is nothing new, it's been stalking me for some time now. Sidebar ads. Recommendations when I search for something on the great and powerful Google. Recipes for delicious Spam primavera when I go to my spam folder in email.
The most recent disturbing message came when I Twittered about our office coffee and it's lack of quality. Mere moments later, I got an email from WebMD asking me if I didn't think, perhaps, my caffeine intake was a tad high.
This is uncalled for. If good things happened with this whole Internet spying thing, I wouldn't mind. If, for example, it triggered shipments of free bacon to my home any time I mentioned #bacon on Twitter, or if someone mysteriously showed up at the office with a four-shot of espresso when I disparage office coffee, we'd be golden.
But really, Internet? Questioning my caffeine intake? Spam-kebabs? Who are you to judge, oh great Judgie McJudgerson? Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, that Zuckerberg kid from Facebook, whoever invented Google, and even Al Gore, I'm looking at you. Stop stalking me, just let me live my life in peace. Am I going insane, here? Are we in danger of the Internet ruling our lives until we run, screaming, to a tiny shack in the middle of Montana to write our manifestoes on manual typewriters, far from the prying eye of the Worldwide Web? I think so!
But then again, that could be the caffeine talking, I suppose.