I Am Hunting For my VISA Card Right NOW!
Oh, Sirius Satellite Radio. Your latest adverts just make me tingle with desire for you. You promise I'll be able to listen to NASCAR and NFL Football, Howard Stern, Martha Stewart AND Bruce Springsteen's E Street Station without commercials!
Oh, my goodness, hold me back.
And here I thought satellite radio was supposed to be a possible alternative to the same type of crap Clear Channel Communications allows us to listen to on commercial radio.
My illusions, how they crumble.
The truth? The "awesome" stations and programs Sirius was using to try and entice more people to buy their services are probably what I will be forced to listen to, should I be naughty enough to go to Hell, and should Hell actually exist.
They'll also force-feed me coconut-flavored food and stick me in a crappy house where nothing works. My roommates will be fundamentalist Christians who collect Precious Moments figurines and watch "Girls Gone Wild" videos on the sly. (The marimbas are killing me. Make them stop!)
All the more reason to hunt down Internet radio stations that don't suck rocks, I guess. In addition to the one I do radio shows for, WRFS, I recommend WOXY. Last time I checked, they were pretty good.
In related news, Under The Radar magazine recommended Jim Noir and the M. Ward / Zooey Deschanel project She & Him. The former is pretty catchy, but uneven. The latter is decent, but not earth-shatteringly awesome. (Then again, as with fine art, I don't tend to really, deeply appreciate anything that, deep down, I suspect I could do as well or better.)
Three of the more amusing things I found this week: Muse covering The Animals' "House Of The Rising Sun," Long John Baldry's "It Ain't Easy" (I would bet that more people are familiar with David Bowie's cover of this tune) and DJ Zebra mashing up the White Stripes' "Icky Thump" with Led Zeppelin's "Whole Lotta Love." Note that these tunes are, or feature, OLD music. Hmm.
Not ready to rant about 45 Hour Review yet. Disgruntled and considering my options and choices. Not the only person in this position, either. Some politics are going on, and few people are pleased at the moment.
I also got some grammar geek books, Lynne Truss's Eats, Shoots & Leaves and a similar book called Woe Is I. I didn't learn anything new, but both were fun, quick reads; I especially enjoyed Lynne Truss' book. (Her rants about rudeness spreading like an airborne pathogen are available in her Talk To The Hand book; I suspect Lynne and I would be bosom buddies if we ever met. Many of her fussy comments about the misuse and abuse of apostrophes and impolite yobbos sound eerily familiar. I wonder who I know who often gets forehead wrinkles over grammar gaffes and irritating, impolite jerks? Give me a minute, I'm sure it will come to me.)
Oh, my goodness, hold me back.
And here I thought satellite radio was supposed to be a possible alternative to the same type of crap Clear Channel Communications allows us to listen to on commercial radio.
My illusions, how they crumble.
The truth? The "awesome" stations and programs Sirius was using to try and entice more people to buy their services are probably what I will be forced to listen to, should I be naughty enough to go to Hell, and should Hell actually exist.
They'll also force-feed me coconut-flavored food and stick me in a crappy house where nothing works. My roommates will be fundamentalist Christians who collect Precious Moments figurines and watch "Girls Gone Wild" videos on the sly. (The marimbas are killing me. Make them stop!)
All the more reason to hunt down Internet radio stations that don't suck rocks, I guess. In addition to the one I do radio shows for, WRFS, I recommend WOXY. Last time I checked, they were pretty good.
In related news, Under The Radar magazine recommended Jim Noir and the M. Ward / Zooey Deschanel project She & Him. The former is pretty catchy, but uneven. The latter is decent, but not earth-shatteringly awesome. (Then again, as with fine art, I don't tend to really, deeply appreciate anything that, deep down, I suspect I could do as well or better.)
Three of the more amusing things I found this week: Muse covering The Animals' "House Of The Rising Sun," Long John Baldry's "It Ain't Easy" (I would bet that more people are familiar with David Bowie's cover of this tune) and DJ Zebra mashing up the White Stripes' "Icky Thump" with Led Zeppelin's "Whole Lotta Love." Note that these tunes are, or feature, OLD music. Hmm.
Not ready to rant about 45 Hour Review yet. Disgruntled and considering my options and choices. Not the only person in this position, either. Some politics are going on, and few people are pleased at the moment.
I also got some grammar geek books, Lynne Truss's Eats, Shoots & Leaves and a similar book called Woe Is I. I didn't learn anything new, but both were fun, quick reads; I especially enjoyed Lynne Truss' book. (Her rants about rudeness spreading like an airborne pathogen are available in her Talk To The Hand book; I suspect Lynne and I would be bosom buddies if we ever met. Many of her fussy comments about the misuse and abuse of apostrophes and impolite yobbos sound eerily familiar. I wonder who I know who often gets forehead wrinkles over grammar gaffes and irritating, impolite jerks? Give me a minute, I'm sure it will come to me.)