Dear TV making people,
I would very much appreciate it if you would stop taking songs that I really like quite a bit, buying them for your commercials, and running them into the ground. This is not a cool thing that you are doing.
Me (aka the guy who was amused last month when you reminded me that Anita Ward’s Ring My Bell actually existed)
“I didn’t really think she did a horrible job,” Willis told the assembled crowd. “Yes, I felt it was as lethargic as a drunk turtle dozing under a sunflower after ingesting a bottle of Valium, and I thought it had all the build of a one-story motel, but, I mean, the girl didn’t kill anybody. She didn’t run over your foot. She just cut a very calm and somewhat boring take of one of the peppiest, happiest, most popular songs in history.”
I’m just posting this so I can treasure a beautiful smackdown forever.
It has come to my attention that the fast-dissolving series of selfies and stuff that Snapchatters and Instagrammers line up in rows are referred to as “Stories”. I agree with the sentiment of this Atlantic article that however cool and interesting the format might be, this is an appalling misuse of language.
But you know what’s worse? In my day job, I am part of an Agile Development time, and the tracking software that manages task flow describes a chunk of related activities under a single label as … an “Epic”.
A sad truth about the hip social Interweb of today.
This article is what spurred me back into bloggery.
And yes, the title is a Phish reference. Deal with it.
Once upon a time, people who wanted to reach out to the interhub did it with something called a BLOG! Short for “blognificent”, these portals were completely customized, super versatile, and not subject to the organizational and censorious whims of multinational corporations.
They’ve been lame and out of fashion long enough to be “old school” now, so that’s what this is! Enjoy!