Monday Morning Brain Dump
As I try to organize myself on a cold Monday, past the holiday season, less than one cup of coffee into the morning, after scraping ice & frost and associated wintery stuff from my car just in time to get to work fifteen minutes late, having watched the Vikings football season end yesterday evening, and preparing for American Idol to start again in a week, here are I few thoughts:
I'm really okay with the notion that Al Franken is Minnesota's new Senator. Much like the Jesse Ventura experiment, we're going to get all the unseriousness we deserve from our new elected official. Remember a couple of decades ago when "vote for me... Al Franken" was a punchline, and widely considered one of Franken's funniest bits ever? Minnesotans apparently didn't get the joke, and now it's on us. And, setting aside my civic pride and responsibility, I'm going to enjoy it. I'm also going to enjoy making puns starting with "Frankly." Life is full of simple pleasures if you look for them.
Kind of sad about Norm Coleman though. Outside of the incorrigible left who take it for granted that having an "R" as your party affiliation means you're a raving-warmongering-Bushbot-oilpuppet-racist-facist-aaaaaaaagggghhhh-poopypants, he was a really effective Senator who showed the kind of independence Minnesotans are supposed to admire. He was certainly not a conservative's ideal senator, but we could admire him all the same for his honesty and integrity. He took more than a couple courageous and lonely stands, and that's a couple more than most senators you can name.
On the topic of Col. Joe Repya's letter talking about "thug bloggers," come on... who doesn't think that sounds at least a little cool? I WISH I had enough street-cred to pass myself off as a "thug blogger." At best I sometimes make it up to "snarky a-hole blogger." If I ever made it all the way to "thug" I'd put it on my business cards. Which is probably good evidence I'll never make it.
I have a gigantic post about global warming in draft form for later. Like most blog posts go, it will probably suck and get little attention, because I actually worked a bit on it. It's the stuff you toss off the top of your head without thinking that always gets the most attention. This is why I have a blog and not a magazine run for profit.
I'm once again looking forward to the new season of American Idol. No matter how much I try to make it, I now realize Top Chef will just never make that extra step in awesomeness to match it. It's not really even about the content. It's the spectacle. It's the NFL of the reality television world. Top Chef is maybe Major League Baseball at best.
That's about all for now. Time to refill the coffee and do something productive.
I'm really okay with the notion that Al Franken is Minnesota's new Senator. Much like the Jesse Ventura experiment, we're going to get all the unseriousness we deserve from our new elected official. Remember a couple of decades ago when "vote for me... Al Franken" was a punchline, and widely considered one of Franken's funniest bits ever? Minnesotans apparently didn't get the joke, and now it's on us. And, setting aside my civic pride and responsibility, I'm going to enjoy it. I'm also going to enjoy making puns starting with "Frankly." Life is full of simple pleasures if you look for them.
Kind of sad about Norm Coleman though. Outside of the incorrigible left who take it for granted that having an "R" as your party affiliation means you're a raving-warmongering-Bushbot-oilpuppet-racist-facist-aaaaaaaagggghhhh-poopypants, he was a really effective Senator who showed the kind of independence Minnesotans are supposed to admire. He was certainly not a conservative's ideal senator, but we could admire him all the same for his honesty and integrity. He took more than a couple courageous and lonely stands, and that's a couple more than most senators you can name.
On the topic of Col. Joe Repya's letter talking about "thug bloggers," come on... who doesn't think that sounds at least a little cool? I WISH I had enough street-cred to pass myself off as a "thug blogger." At best I sometimes make it up to "snarky a-hole blogger." If I ever made it all the way to "thug" I'd put it on my business cards. Which is probably good evidence I'll never make it.
I have a gigantic post about global warming in draft form for later. Like most blog posts go, it will probably suck and get little attention, because I actually worked a bit on it. It's the stuff you toss off the top of your head without thinking that always gets the most attention. This is why I have a blog and not a magazine run for profit.
I'm once again looking forward to the new season of American Idol. No matter how much I try to make it, I now realize Top Chef will just never make that extra step in awesomeness to match it. It's not really even about the content. It's the spectacle. It's the NFL of the reality television world. Top Chef is maybe Major League Baseball at best.
That's about all for now. Time to refill the coffee and do something productive.
Posted by Doug Williams on
Monday January 5, 2009 at 10:07am
