Last year when I stopped blogging, and then started up again, I went from 30 thousand visitors a month to about 1000 (and 90% of those are probably FaceSpace users hotlinking to images). I’m not disappointed really, because I’m not selling anything and a don’t have an agenda other than entertaining my friends and like minded people.
All that said, thanks to the following sites for sending virtually the only readers I get:
This is Juan, basically from a pingback on his hilarious Realfield post.
Action Comics # 1 was released a little over 70 years ago. Do you think it’s creators would have imagined that 70 years later people would be spending over a billion dollars per year going to see superhero movies? I doubt it — I’m sure when Joe and Jerry created Superman they were just trying to make a living in the comic business.
George Carlin is dead. Word is a flight attendant told him to get on the plane, and he literally got on the plane, slipped off and fell to his death somewhere over Union New Jersey. Just kidding, he died of heart failure.
George was always funny and entertaining, and appropriately depressing. He was also, like “one minute she’s laughing, the next minute she’s crying and that’s the end of your date” depressing. Oh well. If your date can’t make it through a Carlin special without crying — that’s a good sign of things to come…
Last fall I bought a PS3. Within a week of playing DVDs (not games or even Blue Ray disks) it broke. I shipped it off to Sony, they fixed it, and returned it. The machine sat in a box for 6 months, then one rainy day I ran out of fun things to do and I busted out the PS3 and loaded Ratchet & Clank Future: Tools of Destruction, which might be the best looking video game I’ve ever seen or played. It really looks like you’re playing in a Pixar movie — maybe better. Way better…
Album art has been a dying art ever since the CD first hot music store shelves. Now an “album cover” is a postage stamp sized thing that appears in a tiny iPod window. Feh!
Andre Perkowski is a New Jersey film marker dedicated to keeping the “B Movie” alive and well. Using Super 8 camera, he’s created adaptations of Ed Wood texts and Kung Fu parodies.
Last week I went on vacation. How did I do it? I drove. I drove over 1300 miles, and got 33 miles to the gallon in my 7 year old Honda Accord. The total gas bill came to $160, which was about $1000 cheaper than what it would have cost to fly (I just priced the trip on an airlines site). Sure, it cost me about 22 hours of drive time, but considering that the last time I flew I waited almost 12 hours in the airport, I think I made the right choice. Plus, you can’t see wacky crap like this from a plane.
So what’s my point(s):
There’s no need to stay home on your vacation. That’s bullshit. Staycations are bullshit (unless something totally awesome is happening in your area like a cicada emergence).
Driving is cheaper than flying (unless you drive a real gas pig).
Yes, gas prices are crazy high, but are you going to wait until it’s $10 per gallon (and you know that’s where it’s headed) and then regret never having driven across country? Don’t complain — you should have seen this coming 8 years ago and invested in Exxon, gold and bullets (the currency of the end times).
Global warming is real, but it doesn’t come from cars or Chinese factories, it comes from the fact that distance between the sun and the earth is getting smaller, and it’s a lot less scary for Al Gore to say “it’s Hummers that dos it” than “in 347 years the earth is going to fall into the sun”.
Time to take my sleeping pills! Goodnight!
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