Saturday, February 28, 2009


Neglected: This very blog, my participation in online forums, e-mails sent . . .

It's all Twitter's fault. I estimate that I have sent out over 100 tweets since my last entry here. Not that I don't enjoy posting ancedotes here about my relatively mundane existance, but any stub of an idea for a blogger post gets slapped up on Twitter and is done with.

I don't worry much about whether anyone reads my crap or not. It just feels good for me to write it down. But to anyone who does read it - thank you.

I have discovered that I can convey most messages within the 140 character max on Twitter. I also know that I read far more tweets than I do blog entries. I have sent / received Twitter messages from my PC, laptop, cell phone, and iPod touch. Some people respond. I respond. For example, I'd never take the time to e-mail a "fan letter" to a favorite person like Rachel Maddow. Hell, an intern probably reads it anyway, and basically my message would be "enjoyed your show". A Twitter message may actually be read by Rachel and "enjoyed your show" fits well within the 140 character limit.

No I'm not going to abandon the blog. Rants are, by definition, long and meandering. Outside of a general F-bomb on Twitter, my angst cannot be fully described in a quip or an aphorism. Diatribes and Saroyanesque essays belong here.

This post goes out like the Voyager spacecraft. If it should enter your galaxy, get with Twitter. That's where I'll be spewing my nonsense for the most part.

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Forever Young

Always look ahead. Living in the past will make you old and useless in a hurry.
I'm grateful that I've, for the most part, tried to stay ...

Forever Young

May God bless and keep you always,
May your wishes all come true,
May you always do for others
And let others do for you.
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung
May you stay forever young
Forever young, forever young
May you stay forever young.

May you grow up to be righteous

May you grow up to be true,
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you
May you always be courageous
Stand upright and be strong
May you stay forever young,
Forever young
forever young
May you stay forever young.

Ma your hands always be busy,

May your feet always be swift,
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift.
May your heart always be joyful,
May your song always be sung,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young,
forever young,
May you stay
forever young.

Thursday, February 12, 2009


I know advertising is targeted toward the viewers of various television programs. Project Runway, for example is rife with cosmetic and other beauty products. I may not be the typical viewer in this case, but I'm a bit worried about what I see during most of the shows that I watch.

I'm taken for someone who is:
  • old
  • in financial difficulty
  • afflicted with ED
  • bald
  • worried about an undersized certain part of the male anatomy
  • in need of soaking up spills
  • thrilled to watch naked coeds
  • tripping over unwanted gold sitting around the house
  • seeking to have rock-hard abs in 60 days

Maybe I'm watching the wrong shows or maybe I am in denial about these issues.

Monday, February 9, 2009

Howard Stern is Ruining My Life!

I have no moral objection to his sophomoric humor. Don't hate him. Don't love him. But I don't want to pay for the privilege of hearing his shtick.

With the merger of XM / and Sirius satellite radio, I'm having to pay the freight for the container ship full of cash that Sirius threw at him.

I was a happy XM subscriber, getting esoteric music that can't be found on the local FM stations. Not for much longer . The rates have gone up. Classic rock and mainstream music is seeping into the programming. I'm hearing commercials. The merged, competition-free XM Sirius conglomerate is hemorrhaging money. All thanks to Stern.

Get this. Despite the rates going up I have to pay an extra $4 / month to listen to Stern.

Soon satellite radio will be playing Aerosmith 24 /7 on all channels (except the Stern station) with 6 promos between each song.

This is bad.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Antidote for Winter Blahs

This perked me up at once. At first I thought it was a Graham Parker cut that had eluded me. I've been singing the appropriate hook all night. Maybe it will revitalize you too.

Monday, February 2, 2009

Stopped in Traffic.

Nothing much to do. I'm a captive audience for bumper stickers.

Finally, a good one: "I'm not lost, I live here. - Rocky Ripple, Indiana"

. . . and this I don't understand. Someone had barely- legal, dark tinted windows and had two signs behind the glass.