Visions of Hannah Montana

Third post of the morning. I might add I have chronic insomnia and still may have some jetlag.

I just wanted to comment on the Baltimore Sun’s ridiculous amount of coverage on the Hannah Montana concert. I opened today’s paper and saw a Page 1 story, a story and three reviews. Three? Holy mackeral, I would have thought it was Led Zeppelin playing at the One Mariner Arena rather than the daughter of Billy Ray Cyrus. It nearly had more Page 1 space than the Hillary and McCain stories.

The best was the Sun journalist who shadowed three concertgoers.

Megan, 13-year-old Alexi Spector, and 13-year-old Leah Litwak stared at four jean miniskirts laid out on Alexi’s bed. The skirts were virtually identical, differing just slightly in denim wash and fray pattern.

“This is hard,” said Alexi, whose mother, Lori, was hosting a preconcert party at her Forest Hill home.

“Really hard,” Leah said.

Thank you Baltimore Sun for an entertaining story for once. And thanks America.

Holy Mackeral!

Is this working?

So a little background about myself:

This is my third attempt at a Web blog (if you don’t count my horrid attempts at a LiveJournal).

Blog No. 1 was a site called Built like Delaware, which I loved. Sometime in the course of my blogging, it was “squatted” by some Japanese person/robot.

A few months later, I created Pardon My Zinger. I didn’t think it was my best work, but it wasn’t high on my list on priorities. After some time, I lost access to the site. It still says I am the author, yet when I log into Blogger, nothing shows up. I emailed Google Tech support, asking them to either shut down PMZ or let me use it again, but they have not responded. I’ve been a Google fan for some time but, aside from the aesthetics of Blogger, I was unimpressed with their control of the site.

So here I am now, no longer a college student. Frankly, the real world is scary. This Web blog is basically going to be an augmentation of my prior online journals. Consider it a mature, graduated version of the others.

Since I last posted in March, I graduated, spent a summer of watching cartoons all day and drinking all night. (Well, not actually, bars cost money. Money I don’t have.) In August, I began working my first job whose description didn’t include performing odd jobs like painting street curbs, cleaning parkades* of feces or building playgrounds for the City of Wilkes-Barre. I’m working in the P.R. field, of sorts, for a small college in Baltimore, Md. until May, or hopefully sooner. It’s not as great as I had envisioned for the following reasons: