Okay, so I'm kind of posting this week and will take next week off. Plans changed and, guess what?, I'm in Northlandia for a week. Soaking up some cold, ice and snow. I'll be taking a break at the end of this week so you guys can find something else to do over your morning coffee. As usual, play nice and be kind.
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I have felt the sting and joy of winter. I am happy.
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Norah gave me a handmade Valentine's card.
Worth a million bucks.
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Speaking of Northlandia, I have arrived.
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That new Lincoln commercial with McConaughey playing pool is the most pretentious pile of shit I've ever seen. I have thereby decreed that commercials that make me sick will translate into absolutely zero possibility of buying that product. Of course, Lincoln you are safe since I couldn't afford you in a 10 lifetimes.
Same with that stupid witness protection thing from Liberty Mutual Insurance. These commercials want to take up 30 seconds to 2 minutes of your time. The least they can do is be clever, witty, insightful, or amusing, or at the least not be vapid, condescending or annoying.
Therefore, today, I call on all my readers, past and present, and all the citizens of the world to unite! No more bad commercials. If your marketing team hires an incompetent company to market your problem we, the consumers, will boycott your product!
Let me see a show of hands who are with me.
Raise them high.
Hello out there?
Beuller? Beuller?
Apparently they are still around.
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Shady Lane where I live, or as I call it, Death Valley, had a bazaar last week. How lazy are you to put out signs on the main road around here that are misspelled? Your template is too big for the boards you got but you shrug your shoulders and say, "Good enough for this dump." Embarrassing.
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(To the tune of Candle In the Wind)
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I have felt the sting and joy of winter. I am happy.
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Norah gave me a handmade Valentine's card.
Worth a million bucks.
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Speaking of Northlandia, I have arrived.
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Same with that stupid witness protection thing from Liberty Mutual Insurance. These commercials want to take up 30 seconds to 2 minutes of your time. The least they can do is be clever, witty, insightful, or amusing, or at the least not be vapid, condescending or annoying.
Therefore, today, I call on all my readers, past and present, and all the citizens of the world to unite! No more bad commercials. If your marketing team hires an incompetent company to market your problem we, the consumers, will boycott your product!
Let me see a show of hands who are with me.
Raise them high.
Hello out there?
Beuller? Beuller?
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Especially when I am in Northlandia.
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The comically stupid remark by Lindsay Graham yesterday is a perfect example of sycophantic partisan political hacksmanship. If you didn't catch it, he said Kentucky children need a secure border more than a classroom. Nothing, and I mean nothing is more sacred than the American classroom. It is our future and the foundation for returning to greatness.
The dumbing of America is almost complete. It could be irrevocably completed in 2020. The antidote is education.
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Whizzy being a little frisky in the back yard.
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Apparently they are still around.
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Shady Lane where I live, or as I call it, Death Valley, had a bazaar last week. How lazy are you to put out signs on the main road around here that are misspelled? Your template is too big for the boards you got but you shrug your shoulders and say, "Good enough for this dump." Embarrassing.
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Sunday was a good kite flying day at the park.
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(To the tune of Candle In the Wind)
It seems to me you lived your life
like a rover in the wind
never fading with the sunset
when the dust set in.
Your tracks will always fall here,
among Mars' reddest hills;
your candle's burned out long before
your science ever will.
#ThanksOppy. I owe you so much.
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like a rover in the wind
never fading with the sunset
when the dust set in.
Your tracks will always fall here,
among Mars' reddest hills;
your candle's burned out long before
your science ever will.
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see what the boys in the backroom will have
And tell them I’m having the same
Go see what the boys in the backroom will have
And give them the poison they name
And when I die don’t spend my money
On flowers and my picture in a frame
Just see what the boys in the backroom will have
And tell them I sighed and tell them I cried
And tell them I died of the same
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