Puddle of Mudd: Plausibly the worst band getting radio airplay today. Puddle of Mudd’s She F—in’ Hates Me: Plausibly the most wretched song of all time.
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Puddle of Mudd: Plausibly the worst band getting radio airplay today. Puddle of Mudd’s She F—in’ Hates Me: Plausibly the most wretched song of all time.
Additional comments on this topic are not worth my time…
How about these radio commercials that play a jingle then say “Well, that’s our new radio jingle. I hope you like it…” How asinine is that?
And an unrelated but timely quotation from Mark Twain: “The old saw says, ‘Let a sleeping dog lie.’ Right… Still, when there is much at stake it is better to get a newspaper to do it.”
We made snowmen last night:

On Monday, the family were fagged out so we took a one day holiday and lazed away Monday night and Tuesday morning. We swam at the Tundra Lodge in Green Bay and enjoyed a late luncheon at Curly’s Pub in the Lambeau Field atrium. The day was an uncrowded one, so it was a very satisfactory one.

I just love these guys!

“Eschew surplusage” – Mark Twain.
Last night we watched a great Western called “Open Range”. It recalled the classic westerns with the big open feel and themes of forgiveness, redemption, love, and standing up for what you believe in. I recommend it. C didn’t enjoy it all that much.

(just cracks you up doesn’t it?)
After pausing on MTV for a short time last night, I’ve decided that it it’s devolution is incomplete. (If you recall, we stated before that it devolved from a music network into the “network of shiny things”.) Now I think it could fairly be called the “homo promo channel” or the “first pornography channel on standard cable”
Ah yes, with Christmas around the corner the jewelry ads are in full swing. A few observations:
1. The Krueger jingle is the awfullest, most annoying thing on the radio. (“My momma done told me…” Who writes this stuff?)
2. I really deplore the ads that say you will get some if you buy her jewelry (e.g. “Every kiss begins with Kay…”)
3. Only slightly less, I deplore the ads that imply you are the scum in the armpit of mankind if you don’t buy her jewelry for Christmas (e.g. ornery wife to husband: “He went to Jared.”).
I guess that about takes care of all of them…