Showing posts with label Rolling Stone Magazine. Sir Paul McCartney. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Rolling Stone Magazine. Sir Paul McCartney. Show all posts

Thursday, September 18, 2008

Things I Learned on the Internet

1. If you get a digg from someone named Senor Information, it’s either something everyone who’s not Amish has already heard about on TV or the radio, or it concerns animal enemas.
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2. Blogs that are called “all about {insert anything you choose here}” rarely are. In fact, I usually know more about the subject than I can learn from said blogs, especially the all about animal enema ones.
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3. I worry about things that probably no one else cares about. I’ll click on a blog to read, and then minimize it while I answer the phone. Then go to the bathroom. Have lunch, maybe scratch some naughty bits, when suddenly I realize the page has been open for like an hour. First thing I think is, the blogger must look at the stats and wonder what pervert has been staring at suggestive pictures of their cat for 59 minutes?
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4. Blogs that are tips about making money rarely have any tips other than cover your blog with ads no one cares about.
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5. Some people get offended by pictures I post. They really should read a newspaper and get offended by Darfur, the world wide economic crisis, energy sources, Muslim extremists who have threatened to kill Paul McCartney because he is going to play music in Israel, the banking industry, the USA health care system, animal enemas, and war just for starters.
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6. Blogs written from the viewpoint of dogs, cats, kangaroos, dead relatives, trees, babies, and nearly anything anyone wants to personify, are usually silly. If you are thinking of writing a blog from the viewpoint of a near sighted squirrel that lives in your yard would be hysterical, please think beyond the 3rd post. This blog is one of the exceptions http://the-pumpkin-patch.blogspot.com/

7. I often wonder why recipe blogs have such dishes as octopus. Where would I even buy octopus? Shop-Rite doesn’t sell it. Do I really need to know which wine goes with octopus? If I were to cook it, let alone eat it, I would have to have been pretty plastered on Jack Daniels long beforehand. Photobucket

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Thursday, August 28, 2008

Saved at the Bell

I had nothing tonight. So, because I read so many blogs, I've made a bunch of blogging buddies. One of these is Christina (Harley Blues) from http://www.harleyblues2007.blogspot.com/
She is a huge Beatles fan. That doesn't even begin to describe her. She is such an uber fan she has been interviewed by Rolling Stone concerning one of her trips in which she saw Sir Paul McCartney.

I wanted to let everyone know about her great blogs. I enjoy reading them, as she mixes some opinion pieces in with her Beatles stories. When you go to check it out, scroll down the left hand side to read about her interview from 2005.

Harley got me thinking about the Beatles. I remember when they first came to America and appeared on the Ed Sullivan Show.

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For youse younguns, Ed Sullivan was the equivalent of... nothing today is like Ed Sullivan was. Think Geraldo, combined with Letterman, and Leno, and maybe you have the impact of Sullivan. He owned Sunday night. Everyone watched Ed.

Anyway, the Beatles landed in New York, and Beatlemania swept the USA.

I never saw the Beatles in person, but I did see the tribute to them (Beatlemania) on Broadway. It might have been at the at the Wintergarden Theater. It was back in the 80's so I don't remember the theater, just that it was blistering hot inside, and I fell asleep.

But what I remembered was pretty good. It was an attempt to relive the years gone by, as they had a screen in the background flashing some of the important events that took place during the time the Beatles took over the music world. And, the artists performing were excellent.

I'm not going to tell you all the stats, how many records sold, how many gold records, etc. I'll leave that up to an expert like Harley. But I will tell you, Rocky Raccoon (from the White Album) would be on my list of records I'd need with me if I were ever marooned on a desert island.
Rock on!



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