Lou Pickney's Online Commentary
September 24, 2003
A few thoughts...
-The Counting Crows being covered by a second-rate cover band is still better than most anything else you'll hear on stage.
-Slightly Stoopid, in concert tomorrow night at the State Theatre in St. Pete, is looking like a distinct possibility.
-AdSense is a fascinating program -- Google has something really good going here.
-Lip-reading is a skill that comes in handy at bars.
says she's bored with her songs; I'm glad that her and I can at least agree on that issue.
-Just because I don't write much about the EM on here anymore doesn't mean that I don't have some side-splitting good comedy from the recent tip, not to mention a reminder of how much better my current situation is that the one I had coming into 2003.
|Now that's what I'd call a currency exchange.|
-The ad pictured to the right may be the coolest ad to ever be pulled from the streets of Moscow. Personally I like dollar on top, but that's just me. Click here for the explanation of what that picture is all about.
-Driving without air conditioning sucks. I need to get my Neon over to
Jerry Ulm (not Ullllllll) Dodge, stat.
-Speaking of Jerry Ulllllllm, my friend Tom from work bought a kick-ass new pickup truck from there yesterday. I'm not a truck guy per se, but even I was impressed by it.
-Sometimes things get a bit too surreal for me, sometimes things get a little too regimented for me... and then there's nights like tonight to remind me that I'm still on the precipice of young and old. And I'm clinging as hard as I can to the former.
-The new season of Survivor looks excellent so far. Episode two drops tomorrow night. And I watched the finale of Big Brother 4 this evening, but I couldn't tell you which one of the lying, conniving bitches won, as I was on the phone with my friend Brook Gardiner during the final moments and missed it. Somehow I think I'll hear about it at work tomorrow.
-In something related to work, if Tennessee beats Pittsburgh and I win the office pool, I think I'm going to find myself laid off. Or left unconscious, face-down and motionless in a ditch on Westshore Blvd. Or, perhaps, simply banned from the pool.