Last night "To Catch a Predator," still quaintly referred to as Dateline NBC (as if anything else on that show matters anymore), brought the Chris Hansen Tour '06-'07 to Flagler Beach, Florida. The usual assortment of creeps and perverts was paraded in front of the cameras for our collective amusement. My personal favorite was the swarthy Egyptian fellow who brought lotion, wilted flowers and a Krackel bar with him. Nice to see that romance isn't dead. One thing I've concluded is that while many people may find the actual arrests of these people to be the climax of the show, I think it's what I refer to as the "Hansen Money Shot." But the key to the HMS isn't just the confrontation, it's when our intrepid reporter finds ever more creative ways to shoehorn his name into the segment....
After trying about a dozen different templates in the last 24 hours, I think I finally found one I can live with. It's basically a modified version of this one. It support Widgets, which is big for an ignoramus like me. And it's easily customized, so I don't lose any sleep wondering if my blog is too generic. Oh yeah, it's that important to me. By the way, I must note one delicious irony - the spellchecker for WordPress identifies "blog" as a misspelling. Awesome.
I might as well come clean - I am obsessed with The King. I love all the commercials; the creepier the better. And I just know I'm not the only one. But sadly, there has been a dearth of King-related merchandise. The Halloween mask was made in such limited quantities that it was long gone before I even found out about it. The video games released last year do me no good since I don't own an Xbox. So imagine my delight when I found out Burger King was selling Super Bowl XLI King bobbleheads! Sure, I had to buy a Kids Meal to get them but it was worth the momentary embarrassment. I mean, look at it! Alas, I was only able to secure this style and one other before they went away. I've seen the rest on eBay, but I cannot bring myself to pay nine bucks in shipping for what amounts to less tha...
Well the gods truly smiled on me today. After getting denied on Police tickets for MSG, I managed to score them for their August date at Giants Stadium! Of course it's pretty far back, so I hope security lets me in with my binoculars, cotton balls (for nosebleeds), and Miracle Ear hearing aid.
Well, after finally getting fed up with Blogger (in spite of their recent, long-overdue upgrade), I decided to close up shop and move to the more affluent section of town - WordPress. Of course with the new-found powah of WP came the headaches of the initial setup. If I ever see the phrase "PHP" again I'm heading for the nearest clock tower. But the move is done, and now I have to do some unpacking. So if my real-life moves are any indication I will be eating off paper plates for the next 6 months while the regular plates sit in boxes, or whatever the appropriate blogging analogy is.
I say any time you can incorporate your company's name with an advertising slogan, that's a stroke of genius. So what exactly is the "UMPH!" in Triumph cigarettes? Carbon monoxide? Formaldehyde? Whatever it is, it's AWESOME! And let's give it up for our ciggy spokespeople, who are totally rocking the earth tones here. Tweed Jacket seems torn between the realizations that his nicotine-stained fingernails now match his pants, and the much cooler fact that he can totally flip people off with his strategically placed cigarette. Meanwhile, Pleated Skirt is poised to satisfy her craving by sinking her teeth right into Tweed Jacket's jugular, thus obtaining for herself some of that sweet, sweet Umph!
I'm sure you have been coming here every day for months, wondering what happened to me. Kind of like opening the refrigerator 20 times in a night in the hopes that something new and delicious will have appeared since the last time you checked. Well I have no new ham or salad for you - just some old hot dogs. (more…)