Jon Stewart referenced Wilkes-Barre in yesterday’s episode of the Daily Show, regarding what the media would have been focused on if it hadn’t been for America’s favorite governor.
Did Jon Stewart mention America’s most lovable city because of Chelsea Clinton’s speech at Wilkes today or because he has an affinity for it after touring here several years ago? I’m gonna go with the latter.
Here’s Spitzer’s prostitute’s MySpace. Crappy music. Whether she sticks to a career in music or the flesh trade, you can be sure to bet that business is going to be having an unexpected booming.
John McCain has a great video on his Web site. As much as I enjoyed Obama’s song, this one tops it. Well done.
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: (more…)
