The biggest difference between the auto industry and journalism right now is that nobody thinks journalism is worth the trouble and expense of a taxpayer-funded bailout.
At The New York Times, Maureen Dowd discusses a preposterous idea that nonetheless has come to fruition — the outsourcing of newspaper work to India, a survival tactic that Denver [...]
You know the holidays are upon us when the Wonder Weasels take up residence in the trees. We got another little dusting last night, giving me enough to actually shovel after three straight days of “snow,” but it wasn’t enough to keep Turkish (a.k.a. Turkenstein, The Turkinator, Big Pussy, Mighty Whitey the Wonder Weasel, et [...]
We got another little dusting overnight, just enough to help the body shops keep up to date with their boat payments. It’s a fine day for making a giant cauldron of soup or stew, and I plan to test drive a new recipe this afternoon, one taken from an old issue of Cooking Light magazine.
My [...]
Once again Zombie Mad Dog Media (Hosted WordPress Edition) walks the earth in search of fresh brains.
The shamans of Waxedstringandacanistan resurrected the evil dead sometime on Thanksgiving Day, while Herself and I were in Fort Collins eating a defunct bird and related items with my sister, her husband and his brother. I should probably sacrifice [...]
OK, who feels economically stimulated? Raise your hands, please. Eeeyeww, put ‘em back in your laps, you filthy bastards, they’re all sticky.
The notion of going further into debt — credit cards, auto loans, what have you — leaves me feeling fiscally flaccid, frankly. I just don’t think I can get it up for buying a [...]
I’ve finally managed to lose my damn’ reading glasses after thousands of unsuccessful attempts, just in time for tomorrow’s shift in the virtual barrel at VeloNews.com. Expect typos in abundance.
I do have a set of bifocal “computer glasses” that I rarely use for actual computer work — they seem better suited to drawing cartoons — [...]
Trying to add to my limited stores of cultural literacy, I switched the idiot-box controller from “video” to “TV,” manipulated the rabbit ears and plunked down in the rocker for a Sunday afternoon’s worth of Entertainment, American Style — the NFL on CBS, starring the Denver Broncos vs. the Oakland Raiders.
That lasted, oh, about 10 [...]
Herself and I have been trying to learn something any 10-year-old knows — how to send multimedia messages from our AT&T cellphones.
I’ve been wanting to take pix on rides, but didn’t want to lug a camera along. Even my little Canon PowerShot SD600 fills up a jersey pocket, once in its carrying case, and there’s [...]
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