evenin'
when i first started this blog it was for me. i liked it a lot. i posted every feeling, frustration, joy and fancy. sadly that changed. i started thinking more about the readers than about me.
Readers Digest. what a great name.
if i had a little magazine i would call it that.
today was good. i had a lot of fun with a abi (most of the time spent defending my armpits). work was grand.
blindside is approaching and i am sho exshited. latona is approaching and i am sho exshited.
i was listening to kvi today on my drive home, Ken Shram was in for John Carlson. this is significant because they are basically enemies. one, a conservative talkshow host the other a tv/radio personality with leftist agendas and arrogance like no other. over the years they have become arch enemies, they even work for competing news organizations (shram is with kiro or komo or something...). on the show he invited the mostly fanatical christian/far right community of listers to "SLAM SHRAM"....he devoted an hour to this. i happened to have heard about 30 minutes of it then gave up on every listener and began to like Shram. He is an ignorant, self absorbed ass of a man but i like him. Every call was absurd. the first one was actually pretty funny. the guy farted in the phone showing the greater seattle area what he thought of Mr. S. The second was a fairly young guy who tried to play himself as being above the left-winged mouth. "You know Shram every time i see you or hear your voice i pray that you become an on fire christian!"
ken justifiably replied....what makes you think im not? what gives you the right to assume that im not a christian....
yeah thats how you reach someone....oi
i cant get my thoughts out completely but i was frustrated and didnt want to claim that guy or many more of the callers as being a part of my family. i guess that makes me as foolish as they.
adam
22.7.05
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You know, your blog should still be for you. But it lets those of us who love you dearly look into your world from your own eyes. I miss you, frion. :-)
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