Wandered over to LILEKS (James) The Bleat to see what he was going to do for his month-long blog break, and what do I find? He’s copied my “put your face down on your keyboard” entry from last week. The nerve of this guy, who is read by tens of thousands daily, copying me and my little 150 or so-per-day hit page.
*sniffle*
Oh well, I’m sure that even though I read him, he doesn’t read me.
Lessee, what else. Oh, I heard THE radio commercial of the century yesterday. I’ve got my dial tuned in to 104.5, mostly because I love the morning team of Zito, Jen and Steve (Less music, more talk! Less music, more talk!), but now, because the new format is All Christmas Music All the Time (until the 25th.) Duuuuuuude! You had me at hello!!!
Oh, so anyway, this is the only part of the commercial I remember, because really, none of the rest of it matters. “Give the gift of Botox”. Good gravy, if someone gives me the gift of Botox I’m giving him the gift of an swift belt to the solar plexis, if you catch my drift. Sheesh, talk about insulting.
