I realize that everyone who reads this blog is insane. No. I’m sorry. That is no way to find your audience. Where is my audience? And why am I being stared at by six prairie dogs sitting on a fence with that sad look in their eyes?
These are questions along with many others that I will not be able to answer anytime soon. At least that is the case with finding my audience, as if my audience were like a set of car keys lost under the pickup seat, next to that stray French fry from the trip last year to Arkansas, along with exactly 12 cents in U.S. currency.
I know, for instance, that some would not understand my reference to Pope George Ringo (Pope John Paul George Ringo), the Beatles, get it? I worked with a guy in his very early 20s at my last job who admitted that until a couple of years ago he didn’t know who the Beatles were. I have no doubt this lad would likely not catch my reference to Frank Zappa in the piece I did today about Saudi Crown Prince Abdullah. The photo, for those of you who do not know and want to spoil it for everyone else (there!), is of Frank Zappa and not the Saudi prince. The late Frank and Abdullah appear at times to be separated at birth. Zappa looked frighteningly like Abdullah on the cover of his album Sheik Yer Booty, which is where Zappa’s picture originates.
So if you get stumped upon a reference that I make, just do what I do when it happens to me, cuss that $%^#@**^%*@@ writer and get on with your life. Also, if you happen to find my audience, please let me know. I like to get them rounded up and back in their pens before dark.
Crown Prince Abdullah will meet with President Bush in Crawford Monday. Will they talk about oil? Will they talk terrorism? Or will they talk about cosmic debris and the difference between a real poncho and a Sears poncho?
I read a story in The Dallas Morning News today about the strong mayor issue in Dallas. If I drive to, take the train to or drive through Dallas, I doubt whether the city is governed daily by a mayor or a city manager is going to have a huge impact on me. I can see both sides of the argument although I’m sure it would be fun to see what happens if Laura Miller becomes that strong mayor. Well, it might not be so much of a blast for city workers. Or citizens of Dallas. Okay, it would be a complete bummer. I would lock myself up in a closet somewhere. If I lived or worked in Dallas. Which I don’t.
Rather than a power grab from competing interests, being a strong mayor should really be about feats of strength. Kind of like in the made-up holiday Festivus from the Seinfeld episode. The mayor should have the ability to carry large fire hoses up six flights of stairs within three minutes, balance the city budget, rappel down the side of the building wearing a full firefighter’s turnout suit, balance the city budget, and pick up and empty forty full trash barrels into the back of a city garbage truck. And just for fun, balance the city budget.
Ann and the Rev. Al Sharpton as in my visions of Hell.
I took the light rail from the George Bush Turnpike around Richardson to Dallas’ West End today for no particular reason. It just seemed like the thing to do. Going into a major city gives you a big shot of reality juice. You see people who have problems that make your own (unemployment, unemployment, unemployment)seem less weighty. I could be that guy that came up to me who was deaf. He had scribbled on a card that he was asking for change. I could be that blind woman whose son wheeled her onto the train in her wheelchair. Well, I couldn’t be a woman without quite a bit of fixing up. But, I could even be, God forbid, a Republican!!!
Oh have a sense of humor. After all, Ann Coulter supposedly is funny when she emasculates Democrats.
I don’t know, Ann Coulter is a very scary person to me. She is a reasonably attractive woman, apparently pretty bright, but she acts LIKE A MAN! She is a either a vicious man trapped inside a woman’s body or else she’s one of the boys. Not that there’s anything wrong with that. But really, how could any man date Ann Coulter without thinking he is going out with a better looking shell of Rush Limbaugh? Tomboys can be cute, when they’re 6 or 7. Ann is considerably older than that.
Hi, Technoidiot here. I have a long way to go in learning this blog thing. I was able to figure out last night how to post the photo of Trish Murphy I caught yesterday, but it took a lot of vodka tonics. Maybe that’s the key.
A lot is going on in the world today. But it’s Saturday. Just let it flow if you know what I mean.