i will never apologize for what i sometimes refer to as my fire and brimstone-soapbox rhetoric (and by sometimes i mean i thought of that line this morning) but i do apologize for the funky look, not the pic of Obama, which is a favorite, that and the one with the wide-brimmed hat smoking a cigarette, is he a PI or the President—he's President PI. Rham is the smarmy club owner though Hillary is no TC. Nothing on Hill, I just don't buy her piloting a cruising helicopter. I digress...
the point is that when it comes to technology i know what i learned by accident, so when i try to do something all fancy lad you have to give me a pass. However, please don't pass on the piece itself, as always, there is information contained in that piece that will save your life...
as for the tech crowd, snicker-not, when the shit comes down who are you going to call to start a fire in the middle of a windstorm as we sit atop the Palisades overlooking the ashes that were our fair city. As Ten Bears says, 'a good fire is better than anything.'...
a quick update: the results are in and 'the Captain's March' did not shape up against the likes of 'Jack Nicholson and Jesus' in the Tucson Weekly's '84' contest. If i knew a hardcore joke was going to win i would have sent several in that would have blown away this cheap thrill. You can reread 'the Captain's March' in the archives, if you want to check the winner and other honorable mentions—some are decent and worth a read—you can look for the Tucson Weekly on your own time, the Constellation has no place for that rag...
i'm a jilted writer, i'm allowed to be bitter. i should've have went with the dinner party and the dude licking his baby fingers story, maybe that would have been more a hobo's speed...
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