Notes

Notes

Just a couple of notes I gleaned from the interweb.

Gooseneck has rebooted the blog, and you can now find him at Thirsty Ego. Once upon a time, I said that if I picked a blog that was closest in intent and tone to mine, it was Gooseneck's. He's got good stuff.

And he's won tickets to Las Vegas, so he's got that going for him.

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Anybody catch the difference in the "D's" on the Tigers' uniform? I never had. It's over on the page 2 column, which also references Kenny Rogers and his bending the rules....

Me? I say "So what if Kenny cheated?" He's simply counteracting the advantage the Cardinals have with Albert Pujols in their lineup. And we all know that he's not human. He's some manner of god/human hybrid. Some kind of Sumerian Superbeing with superior reflexes and strengths not of this world.

If Kenny Rogers can't rub Crisco, Pine Tar, Grape Jelly, Vaseline, Snot, Garlic Butter, Jeri Curl on the ball, then the Cardinals can't have some Holy Superman on their team.

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Maybe it's just me, but it seems like the Senate race here in Tennessee between Harold Ford and Bob Corker just gets shittier and shittier. I keep thinking about the SNL series of ads, where one candidate attacks the other for having a colostomy (He Craps Through His Stomach, Into a Bag!), and I keep thinking that this Corker/Ford race isn't much better.

Me? I think I'm voting for Rex Camino, so I don't have a dog in the fight between Corker and Ford.

Still, this ad attacking Ford alternates between making me laugh and pissing the shit out of me. Depends on the time of day, I reckon.

And how santimonious and melodramatic I feel--I mean, just once I'd like a candidate who appeals to the very best of our natures, instead of spending three months interrupting My Name is Earl with TV spots detailing why X is a douchebag or why Y is a butt-toucher.

What's more, I'd like something that works to appeal to more than the lowest common denominator--I'd like my vote to be won, not mongered. And it makes me...I dunno, sad I guess...maybe fearful...that there are people out there who have a say in our government who are swayed by such broad and poorly defined ideas...I mean, the people in the commercial are little more than cartoon characters.

Or pro wrestlers, which is maybe why I like the commercial.

Anyway. It's neither here nor there. This ad does its job, I guess. I look at it every time it comes on my TV. Tonight, it makes me smile. I can't decide if my favorite is the guy in hunting gear or the porn producer (who looks strangely like the WWE's Batista).



There are similar ones, bashing Corker...I don't want anybody to think I'm trying to lift up one candidate over the other...I really don't care much for either, at all.

But none of the anti-Corker ads are nearly so hilarious.

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Earlier in this post, I said something "pisses the shit" out of me.

I'm not sure what it means, because I'm not literally shitting myself because the political ad pissed me off so badly.

I'm shitting myself for other reasons. I'm not sure exactly why. But medical professionals have determined that it's not anger or politics.