If Rat Packer Dean Martin can sing about it, then I can blog about it.
“Abilene, Abilene.”
On the first day of my first Wi-Fi blog, I watched my son throw a no-hitter for his high school baseball team. A great day of baseball proved to be the perfect beginning for a wonderful trip.
Roadtrips just got a lot better. Gone are the days when you may have used a bungee chord to tie down a small TV and a DVD player on a beer cooler in the back of the family truckster, for the kids to occupy they minds.
CruiseCast released this news:
Well … I am almost sad to say I have finished another ‘dirty jobs’ assignment, and have moved on to what can only be described as a sweet gig.
Today I am circling the course — including all of the highly populated watering holes — at Fort Worth’s Colonial Country Club, for the Crowne Plaza Invitational at Colonial golf tournament.
The Dirty Jobs gig continues … and today is all about me and my creature comforts — or lack thereof!
Okay … so like I bought what I thought were the most awesome work boots to get me through this season of manual labor and supplemental cash flow. But little did I know …
My almost new, steel-toe Dickies work boots actually are not boots at all. They must be in fact, the place where “bad little piggies” go to burn in eternal damnation. Toe-ment, I call it!
Both of my readers may have noticed that the blog posts are few/far between lately. My bad! I am supplementing the blog with more “Dirty Jobs” type work.
Man, sometimes I think it may have been easier if I had chosen “Shark Week” rather than Dirty Jobs in order to emulate a TV phenom. This week, I am involved in the demolition of a sports facility … which led to me trying my hand at steel working.
Try my hand … ha … bout took the thing off two days ago. Nobody’s fault, but I got my thumb caught between a hard place … and well … another hard place. It was like an iron-fortified Ping finger sandwich.
OUCH! (Although I had other choice words at the time.)
I was looking for some inspiration, when along came Devo. WOXY, an Internet radio station I frequent, is now playing “Whip It.” “Crack that whip” … now that’s inspiration in its truest form.
(For newcomers, fyi, there is an interview of Devo’s frontman Mark Mothersbaugh on this site.)
Today — no stories of Wi-Fi … just blogging from my local Starbucks, using AT&T.
Oh, this is cool. The PR folks from T-Mobile are sending to me a WebConnect laptop stick for wireless connectivity anywhere, anytime. Don’t get me wrong, Wi-Fi is still numero uno in my book, but I am willing to try new things, especially in those troublesome areas that don’t have Wi-Fi.
Every journalist loves a road trip. Or at least they used to. Most of them read On The Road or they grew up watching Charles Kuralt, who made Winnebagos cool before John Madden.
So, when I did an 18,000-mile road trip to 43 cities to write about Wi-Fi a few years ago, it was “a natural.” Most of the journalists contacted across the country interviewed me about the adventure.
And repeatedly, they would ask the same question: “Man, what is it like to have the coolest job in the world?”.
All of The Dallas Cowboys family are in our prayers this week, especially those seriously injured. How bizarre and tragic.
Here is some of the most incredible, on-the-spot video reporting we have seen in a while … Thanks to Dallas’ ABC affiliate, WFAA-TV and CNN as posted on YouTube:
Go Cowboys!
‘Turn Me On Dead Man’
Ever hear that phrase?
Back in the day, when the Beatles took a break from experimental drugs, they experimented with backward masking — purportedly playing audio tapes backward and recording the sound effects into their songs. One such hidden treasure was John saying, “Turn me on dead man,” referring to a rumor that “Paul is dead.” Actually the voice on the record repeats “number nine, number nine.” But if you play it backward …
So, I have the phrase “Turn me on dead man” stuck in my head because I enjoyed the opera “Dead Man Walking” last night in Fort Worth’s awesome Bass Hall.
And just when bacon was taking the world by storm … anything from bacon salt, to bacon beer, to bacon donuts!
Although we’re still calling it the Swine Flu, and we refuse to change — the blog team has been sent home to spread economic stimulus, rather than airborne particulate.
sooooooooo-ey
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