One of my favorite sports-talk hosts is moving from WBAP, 820 AM, to the station’s ESPN radio affiliate. This stinks, since I never listen to ESPN radio, keeping the radio–when I listen to the radio–on either WBAP or KWRD 100.7 FM (Christian talk radio). This is all in the D/FW metro area, by the way.
One problem I have with ESPN radio, or, at least, the affiliate here in town: when I’m watching the freaking Stanley Cup Finals on your company’s main network, it sure would be nice to have the game on the radio, if I have to leave the house, as I did this weekend. I wonder if the same would be true if ESPN was carrying the NBA Finals, or the World Series?
Tag: rant
You certainly can’t blame the Israelis for decimating the Palestinian female ranks:
Each year, dozens and probably hundreds of brutal “honor killings” of Palestinian women and girls–most of whom are virtually blameless–go unreported, according to an anthropologist’s recent study.
The story is scheduled for an issue of The World & I magazine.
“I’m getting more famouser by the day.” –Avril Lavigne
“I quit flying five years ago. Personally, I don’t want to die with tourists.” –Billy Bob Thornton
As reported in the 5 May 2003 issue of Us Weekly.
A couple of days ago I was talking to my little sister on the phone (okay, she’s 27, but she’ll always be my “little” sister), and she stated that I was picking up a Texas accent.
Seeing how I have long confounded people as to my origins by being pretty much accent-less, this is a trifle upsetting…
There is a story from the NY Times talking about a growing segment of the American population doing exactly that. Of note:
“People use the unemployment rate as some kind of gauge of the health of the economy,” said Robert H. Topel, a professor of economics at the University of Chicago. But because of the number of people now outside of the labor force, he said, “the unemployment rate does not give you the same kind of information it did in the 1970’s or 1960’s.”
(A little disappointed in the Times–you do not put an apostrophe-s after a year to state a decade; just put the s after the year, as in, 1970s.)
The real gem, though, has to be this:
“I’ve been trying to find a conventional job for two years,” Ms. Leftridge said. “Finally, I’m thinking about doing a home-based business. I don’t see it as giving up. I see it as expanding my search. I ought to be able to make some money this way, and start building back my savings, in a situation where I’m not hostage to any company’s budget, to any budget.”
Yeah, that’s what I’m thinking if I get laid off. Better to be the hostage-taker than the hostage. Or something like that.
So I just found out that the attorney in the office next to my wife’s is worth, combined with his mother, nearly US $4 billion. The Schaefflers are in a 5-way tie for the 83rd spot on Forbes’ World’s Richest People 2003 list.
We’re both stumped as to why he would waste time pretending to work at a law firm in Dallas.
Me? I’d be planted on a beach on Kaua’i.
This isn’t necessarily an anti-spam measure; it’s more along the lines of revenge. From the latest Dilbert newsletter comes this reader gem:
Here’s a fun hobby of mine: When I get e-mail spam that includes an 800-number, I save the number for later. Then when one of the hundreds of Nigerian scam e-mails hits my e-mail box, I reply enthusiastically and give the 800-number of the spammer as my own. I feel that people in the DNRC have a responsibility to introduce A-holes to each other.
Now I know why I like “I Drove All Night” by Celine Dion so much–it’s a Roy Orbison song.
It was driving me batty; I knew this wasn’t an original song by Celine, that I had heard it before. I remembered liking it from those past listening sessions. I knew it was a male voice kicking around in my head. Then it just suddenly clicked.
I’m digging out my Orbison cassettes and CDs when I get home…
Damn you, Daimler-Chrysler.
Thanks to your commercials, I cannot get Celine Dion’s “I Drove All Night” out of my head. Now the MP3 is in rotation in iTunes. She has a set of pipes on her, I’ll say that much.
(from her latest album)
A barber shop. That’s what I want. Not a salon. Not another Supercuts, Great Clips, Sports Clips, or any other generic salon-style chain that have all but killed the Great American Barber Shop. I’m tired of salons. I’m tired of Great Clips, Sports Clips, Supercuts, et al. Salons are for the ladies. Men don’t see stylists; we see barbers.
I want real barber chairs, hot shaving foam, straight razors. The operation overseen by a cast of crusty old SOBs who know how to talk sports, politics, hunting, fishing, power tools, cars; you know, guy stuff.
Call the chamber of commerce, suggests my spouse. Ask them if they know of any in the town. Well, what do you know? 🙂
Just opened this past October, the Back N Time Antique Barber Shop is what I’ve been looking for. The staff isn’t old, or crusty, and I’ve only been there once, so I can’t speak much as to if they are SOBs. But we talked March Madness and hockey. Complimentary sodas. Complimentary snacks & candy. Antique furniture, especially of the barber-shop variety. They have an old cash register that would take at least two guys to carry out the door, more likely three–if it wasn’t bolted to an antique cabinet. An old shoeshine stand stands guard by the front door, which is flanked by barber poles.
Oh, right–the haircut. Aces. I got a great haircut in the kind of atmosphere I grew up with. I will definitely be seeing Steve, Fred, Ace, and Jimmie Z again.