Blogging History

OK, although it looks kind of photo-shopped and ghetto, this is a copy of the AOL Latino homepage from Saturday, April 21. The "Gran Cherokee" article that you see a link to is MINE!! I'm am officially famous. It didn't even take that long, really.

Is it Friday again already?

Alright, I don't really have anything meaningful to say... Why don't I just rant a little bit?

I saw a link on AOL today with a picture of Alec Baldwin. I can't remember what the caption said exactly but it was something to the effect of "Baldwin leaves angry voicemail to his daughter." and then a link that said, "Listen." Why the hell would anybody want to listen to a message that Alec Baldwin left for someone else? I can already hardly believe it when I see people who actually care about celebrity weddings and fashion and all that crap, I can't imagine wanting to eavesdrop on someone's phone messages.

Sadly, I work for these same people. Our site is just a few clicks away.

Blogging for my life

So, I think once or twice a week is going to be my new blogging goal. I think because I am now pretty much blogging for a living at automoviles.aol.com , I don't much feel like doing it in my free time, you know? You can still catch me every Tuesday at www.thedailyblitz.org and once a week here, but don't waste your time checking up too often.

Announcements:

I have an interview for a part time job at Simba Dog Ranch on Tuesday. I think it's like a camp to pamper city dogs way up in the mountains, near Nederland. We shall see how that goes.

I am seeing Medeski, Martin and Wood tonight in Denver and I am SO damn psyched. It's been way too long since I have seen them, and they are co-headlining with the Greyboy All-Stars, which should be a pretty good show in its own right.

I saw Jim Gaffigan in Boulder last night. I would say it was about 50-60% recycled material but all of it is solid gold. He started out with a solid 10 minute bit all about bacon:

"Every time I go to a place with a breakfast buffet and see that huge tub of bacon, I think the same thing: 'If I was here by myself, I would eat only bacon. I should steal the tray and take it up to my room so I can eat it lying down.'"

This man has a P.h.d. in Lazy: "The worst part of having food delivered is getting up to answer the door. What am I, the butler? At least I don't have to put on pants..."

"We went hiking today, what did you do?" "I did nothing." "Well, you could have come with us!" "No, thanks. I'd rather die."

"You know you are dumb when you have to change a letter based on the words you know how to spell: 'Sorry I missed you, guess I'll see you tomo, tomar... next week.'"

Oh, you poor, lonely, forgotten blog...

"So, what's the deal!?"

Does this sound like you? Well, the deal is that I have been writing Latino Autoblogs and moving in to my new house like it's going out of style. I have had very little time to relax, let alone work on this crap for free.

Here's something interesting: I went to Vail to visit my aunt and uncle yesterday, and we were talking about my recent move. Apparently, they had asked some friends of theirs from Denver about Nederland, and were informed that it is a commune. That's news to me. I'm not even sure if I know what a commune is, exactly, apart from the obvious cult-like stereotypes. Remember the Shakers? That was like a religious-type commune, but I assume the Denver-ites were referring to communes of the hippie sort, like this:

This is funny to me, because it shows the way that city folks think about mountain folks. I'm not sure what would give them the idea that it was a commune, let alone convince them to share it as fact, but the only thing I can think of is the fact that we have a grocery co-op in town. I don't know how it works, because I just go to the regular grocery store, but from the name I would gather that it is some sort of "co-operative" or "communal" organization.