"They Say This Is Where The Reception Is The Coolest"
The last thing in the world that I expected today, was to be on the air less than 4 minutes after I called the show. I was like a little league baseball player who suddenly finds himself in a packed stadium facing Roger Clemons. What can I say, I stumbled out of the gate, then regrouped and finished the conversation. I was happy that I was able to get the name of the group blog out there, and even happier that Hugh promoted it.
So now that you're here, what will you find? All manner of things, frankly. There are eleven bloggers here who will be dedicating their time, energy, and laptop battery life to the cause of getting Pete Coors elected to the Senate. It's that simple. We are going to peruse the local and national rags for anything and everything that has to do with this race and serve it up for your enjoyment. We're not even going to bother asking whether or not you want fries with that, we're just going to give them to you for free. If you are at all interested in this race, this is where the reception is the coolest (for anyone who can tell me what movie that line came from, you'll get a special mention on these pages-ed.)
About 2 minutes after I ended that phone call, I made a startling discovery. Something was missing from my front yard. I'm going to mosey on down the lane of self appreciation for a moment and go so far as to say I have a great lawn. Mowing the yard is my out from everyday life. I look forward to that two or three hours a week when I can put on a freshly sharpened blade, gas up the mower line trimmer and start my therapy session. I fertilize my turf 5 times a year; go through the yard on hands and knees looking to terminate any broadleaf weed that dare attempt to germinate on my turf. I dig those suckers out with a glee that can only be described as manic, holding their limp carcasses over my head in triumph like a cave man who just bested a mastadon. I really do get almost a primal enjoyment out of lawn care, which is why I notice when something is out of place.
About 2 weeks ago, I volunteered down at the Coors Campaign Headquarters in Highlands Ranch, filling out post cards with unique hand-written messages from whoever happened to be there at the time. On my way out the door, I picked up my Coors for Senate yard sign, and it has held a place of honor on my front yard, standing proudly through rain, wind, and hail, like a beacon. It's the only such sign on my entire block, or should I say, was. Someone stole it. Try as I might to discern the footprints embedded on the blades of grass, I couldn't find the scoundrel. I can only hope that whoever took it really wanted it for their yard, but were just too afraid to go down to HQ and pick one up for themselves. I can hope for that, but that hope is a double-edged sword, because then there would be a bloody thief supporting my candidate, and that just could not be tolerated. No, I have to believe that it was a Salazar supporter, shamlessly removing the signs of his opponent in order to feel good about himself, helping out the cause.
In light of this recent development, would it be possible to get another one? Hey Coors people, give me a call.
Cross posted at MangledCat
So now that you're here, what will you find? All manner of things, frankly. There are eleven bloggers here who will be dedicating their time, energy, and laptop battery life to the cause of getting Pete Coors elected to the Senate. It's that simple. We are going to peruse the local and national rags for anything and everything that has to do with this race and serve it up for your enjoyment. We're not even going to bother asking whether or not you want fries with that, we're just going to give them to you for free. If you are at all interested in this race, this is where the reception is the coolest (for anyone who can tell me what movie that line came from, you'll get a special mention on these pages-ed.)
About 2 minutes after I ended that phone call, I made a startling discovery. Something was missing from my front yard. I'm going to mosey on down the lane of self appreciation for a moment and go so far as to say I have a great lawn. Mowing the yard is my out from everyday life. I look forward to that two or three hours a week when I can put on a freshly sharpened blade, gas up the mower line trimmer and start my therapy session. I fertilize my turf 5 times a year; go through the yard on hands and knees looking to terminate any broadleaf weed that dare attempt to germinate on my turf. I dig those suckers out with a glee that can only be described as manic, holding their limp carcasses over my head in triumph like a cave man who just bested a mastadon. I really do get almost a primal enjoyment out of lawn care, which is why I notice when something is out of place.
About 2 weeks ago, I volunteered down at the Coors Campaign Headquarters in Highlands Ranch, filling out post cards with unique hand-written messages from whoever happened to be there at the time. On my way out the door, I picked up my Coors for Senate yard sign, and it has held a place of honor on my front yard, standing proudly through rain, wind, and hail, like a beacon. It's the only such sign on my entire block, or should I say, was. Someone stole it. Try as I might to discern the footprints embedded on the blades of grass, I couldn't find the scoundrel. I can only hope that whoever took it really wanted it for their yard, but were just too afraid to go down to HQ and pick one up for themselves. I can hope for that, but that hope is a double-edged sword, because then there would be a bloody thief supporting my candidate, and that just could not be tolerated. No, I have to believe that it was a Salazar supporter, shamlessly removing the signs of his opponent in order to feel good about himself, helping out the cause.
In light of this recent development, would it be possible to get another one? Hey Coors people, give me a call.
Cross posted at MangledCat
posted by Jonathan | 9:54 PM
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