All-Star Game Ramblings

1. Talking about your stupid spider bite.

2. Looking at Cheetos with a loving eye.

3. Talking exuberantly about Shark Week.

4. Wondering why Karl Rove gets away with all he does because I’m afraid if he doesn’t testify, he’s setting a terrible precedent. Not to be confused with a terrible president. We have that already.

5. Waiting patiently for another episode of Dr. Horrible’s Sing-Along Blog.

6. CSI is apparently messing with the FBI’s mojo.

7. Yes, I’m going to watch Big Brother tonight and then I’ll decide if I should claw my very own eyes out with a spoon.

8. Go to Pop Fi. Yeah, you just should.

9. I like Rollie Finger’s mustache.

10. Watching the All-Star game with Squirrel Queen is a great deal of fun.

In honor of the All Star game, Eddie Murray in a 12-year-old Fila commercial that I used to like.

Squirrel Queen’s Blue Period

I love this picture more than I can even say in words.

Squirrels Dancing To Michael Jackson.

Squirrel Queen is home.

It is a good day.

If you don’t listen to it all, your brain will explode.

Newscoma Tries Cartooning

Make your own at Toonlet.

Saturday Squirrel Queen Blogging

“If we had a keen vision of all that is ordinary in human life, it would be like hearing the grass grow or the squirrel’s heart beat, and we should die of that roar which is the other side of silence”

Squirrel Queen watching the Predators lose in the playoffs.

My Day At Chez Coma

I go through this every day talking about politics. Every DAY I’m telling you.

Why?

Go here. You will understand a little better.

An Awareness Test That Proves We Don’t Pay Attention

Squirrel Queen pointed out this example of marketing last week when she wrote a post for PopFi on it.

I wanted to show it to you again as it is amazing on several different levels and needs to be seen.

I’ll be honest, I didn’t see it first. It’s a study on how we pay attention as consumers.

Head to Pop Fidelity and Squirrel Queen to read more about this awareness test.

Very interesting.

Not So Scared Of Santa This Year

Today is one of those impossible days that I’m actually looking forward to.

Squirrel Queen will be in Nashville today for Mr. Football honors for all of about one hour, Hooterville’s annual Christmas parade is scheduled, there is a tree-lighting ceremony, all of which needs my attention. I’m looking at a very late night.

The tree is pretty groovy by the way. I think it will come out nicely.

You may be wondering all the Christmas frivolity here at Chez Coma. Well, here’s the deal. I want a nice Christmas. I usually am all Bah-Humbug, go screw yourself Santa and that damned sleigh you rode in on, but this year, I decided to do something different.

I decided to get over myself.

Now, I may be going overboard, but I even watched bad Christmas movies yesterday on Lifetime. I didn’t know we had Lifetime, but I did it anyway to take one for the team. (Incidentally, it’s a mistake I won’t make again. Feh.)

I’ve always done the reverse ego sort of mentality about Christmas. Grouse about it, but secretly I think I waited for something magical to happen. I have no idea what I was seeking, but it was a game that I played with myself, without knowing I was playing it with myself, if that makes sense. Expect the worse and then be pleasantly surprised. However, that didn’t work. I expected the worse and then, by God, the worse thing that could happen would.

With all of that said, I decided to act like the optimist I think I am (doesn’t sound like it though, does it) and just be one with the holidays. I am eager for it, oddly enough, this year.

In my life, the next 12 months are crucial on a personal level. I’m trying new things, hoping for new adventures and I know that these moments will never happen again. I can make myself miserable and, if you can believe this, I was all goth 20 years ago before emo and goth were even thought about. Money is tighter this year than it has ever been, but that’s not what this is all about anyway. Yeah, my family may be getting Lik-Em-Sticks as their main present, but on the other hand, we do have each other. And that’s a good thing.
So, I’m trying to celebrate the positive this year, and there is plenty of it I just haven’t been paying attention in the past. Yeah, I get tired of Capitalism Christmas as much as the next guy, but it is about friends, family and having faith in things that are bigger than ourselves, right?

So, I’m trying to toss out the negative and find those hidden treasures that I know are out there.

But no more Lifetime Christmas movies. Blech. I don’t think I’ve ever been covered in such a sugary mess that seriously made me go seek an Alka-Seltzer and a shower.

I’m trying, but there is only so much of that I can take.

Feh.

Photo from here.

UFOs Among Us

 

 

 

 

Go here and read about Aliens.
Seriously.

 

And yeah, Squirrel Queen is friggin’ awesome.

Squirrel Queen Must Never Leave Hooterville

Squirrel Queen can henceforth never leave Hooterville.

Once again, the darling leader of the rodent population got sick on a trip. I thought it was her being a lush, promptly made fun of her to any and everyone I could stop on the street only to realize, umm, she really was puny. I couldn’t help it. I’m really a bad person.

What does this mean?

Yup, that I got up yesterday morning, felt a bit odd and while driving to work, got “ill” on the side of the road as passerbys waved. And then, trying to keep the Mary Sunshine face on at work, got ill again. Driving home, yup, you guessed it.

Karma is a bitch.

SQ is banned from any further excursions as this happens more times than I’d like to count. Or, we need to get her some sort of traveling nurse to follow her around.

I’m over my purging although I still feel like Assy McAsshat, must go to work and plan for that lovely stress test tomorrow. Gu-reat.

The Destressification of Newscoma Tour 2007 is apparently on hiatus. Dammit.

An Important Moment Stapled Into A Wall

Yesterday, I saw that someone had stapled a story that Squirrel Queen wrote on a wall of a new restaurant in town. She didn’t think anything about it, but I thought it was pretty cool. When I write an editorial or a story, very rarely do I see it put on the wall, although I did find out on a bathroom wall once that I sucked. It made me laugh that someone, drunkenly, wrote what a butthole I am.

Sorta made me proud.

Anyway, SQ and I pondered for a moment why this particular story was honored in this new place. Neither one of us know the reason this was done.

Rumor has it that Mike Keith of the Tennessee Titans also has one of her stories up on his wall, although I have no idea if this is true or not, I like to think it is.

Back to seeing her story on the wall, it’s a new juke joint, chicken wing place that is open yet unfinished to a large degree. I asked her what was so significant about that particular story and she wasn’t sure.

With that said, sports, especially in small towns, brings people together. But as I write that, that’s not true necessarily. How many times have I sat in a larger venue and found instant, two-hour friends cheering for the same team that I will never see again?

Countless.

There is no rhyme or reason to this post, but every once in awhile, I find it very interesting, the business of sports and how it all connects.

And how that an eight inch story made a difference into the owner’s life enough to find a stapler and slam it into the wall.

Everything is connected in some way, even if we have no idea how that all works.