Time to Go Worldwide!

We need to stop wasting our time with private (and occasionally esoteric) nonsense and go mainstream. I'm talking Nickelback of the blogging world. After all, how long can we hide our blog in shame because we're embarassed by the content? Some of it isn't bad. Perhaps we just need to do a little pruning or editing before approaching the masses.

What am I suggesting? That the writers actually tell someone they know about this blog (well, I actually already have told two people - they both claim the blog wouldn't display on their computer; I'll pretend they weren't merely trying to spare my feelings). I'll even dare my partner to publish the URL of this blog as part of his Linked In profile (and I'll further pray that he actually won't).

However, we both must have an appropriate co-worker or two that can be trusted to find some redeeming value among all this gibberish. Or maybe a neighbor. A relative? There must be someone! Let's get our act together and take it on the road!

That Shell Guy

My local Shell stations have installed flat-screen televisions on all their pumps thus providing quality entertainment as I fill my tank. However, aside from the occasional weather forecast I don't really find much of interest; and truthfully, I don't care that much about the forecast either. Since I'm already standing outside I already have a pretty good idea of the current weather conditions. I just figure that, most likely, more of the same is on the way.

I do find the greeting rather interesting though. Some Asian looking guy in a lab coat welcomes me to Shell and claims that it's "good to see me". Unless there are hundreds of this little guy scattered about the country, standing inside of each pump, I'm pretty sure that he's never actually "seen" me. Maybe he should say something like "It's good to have you here" or "Thanks for visiting" or "Bend over, you're about to get it in the ass again as we charge you $3.00 for a gallon of gas!" Or, for those gullible enough to think this guy actually does see them, maybe he could try that old trick of "Hey, look! That guy is trying to run off with your car!"

How are you, How are ya, Hawaii!

Notice how age tends to follow music genres? When I was growing up, the 50's seemed so old and unfamiliar. It was the music of your parents and grandparents generation. As I was musing about music, I suddenly realized that the youth of today probably think the music of the 80's are probably antiquated and boring. So I decided to go out and pick up a cd of a popular contemporary group, the pussycat dolls. "Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me," blares from my car stereo as I drift on by with my radio blaring and my windows down, impressing the young'uns that I may be aged based on the calendar, but I'm still young at heart!