Well, greetings once again...I'm sitting in the Office for the first time in several days, and I'm in one of those contemplative moods. This could be trouble...for a lot of folks other than me.
Here's a link to the new job:
http://widget.geotraffic.com/
You can install this useful little widget onto your own website, please do. I have yet to figure out how to incorporate the damn thing into this blog, but oh well...
Geo has given me lots of fill-in work, and I apparently am doing a decent job. I am thankful! Nice to work with old friends again, and to meet new ones. We've got a future, and it's nice to be part of it.
OK...company blather outta the way...yes, I'm feeling positive. It is a long drive on Route 30 to Paoli, and then the short drag down 252 to Newtown Square, but it's all good. Time to think, listen to obscure music on my iPod, and find out what else is happening.
I tend to listen to NPR (except when they are on yet another beg for money drive...a certain station seems to be doing it all day, all night, all the time), but I also listen to other stuff on occasion. This leads me to my first observation of things that make me want to do an obscenity-laden rip job on people who seem to think they know what's what in the news.
The vaunted KYW Newsradio 1060 (my friend David Payne went off about this on Facebook) last night, led with the Earth-shattering, End-of-the-World-As-We-Know-It headline...wait for it...
...DESEAN JACKSON WAS CUT BY THE PHILADELPHIA EAGLES! HOLY MOTHER(FUCKER) OF GOD & GODDESS! HOW WILL WE EVER RECOVER?????!!!!!?????
Yeah...WORLD WAR FUCKING 3 could be ready to break out in Europe (if certain politicians and the military-industrial complex have their way)...the futility of declaring war on Russia could come, 100 years after Germany proved its utter idiocy...we STILL don't know where that Malaysian airliner went down, and WTF happened there...the Taliban (read radical Islam's answer to fundamentalist Christianity) are again operating with impunity in Afghanistan...BUT OH MY GOD D-JAX GOT CUT FROM THE EAGLES!!!!!!
I never cared for the Eagles, never...the Andy Reid follies were amusing, and the Chip Kelly saga was good for a chuckle...but back to the news thing, and it's here that Jackson could have ground for a major fucking libel suit.
Basic points: Jackson came off a career year...true, a prickly personality, moments where he didn't seem to give a shit, then suddenly making an impact. Supposedly the Eagles tried to trade him, but couldn't.
Price tag? Yeah, he makes damned good money...and the Eagles are notorious for pinching millions. Thing is, there have been rumblings and mostly rumors and innuendo spread about the Philly area and beyond that Jackson was acquainted with LA gangs.
No one has accused him of being affiliated or a member, and Jackson flatly denies that. But the bigots around these parts and elsewhere have pushed that rumor without any proof for a long time. Now a New Jersey website is claiming it.
Jackson has not been accused of any crimes. Did the Eagles dump him because of the money? Or did the NFL tip them to something?
Either way, it's a smelly story...but does it rate being the top story on a supposed news leader? NO.
But then, I guess I'm an old guy who doesn't know much about today's media. Hell, I'm working in a company that's entered a new realm, so I'd like to think I'm seeing some new things.
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Okay, I had to get that one off my chest.
Now...next up:
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1494401975/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=1494401975&linkCode=as2&tag=coverscroll-20
Yes, a shameless plug for "Parasite Girls!" Getting ready to hopefully move on some more promotional readings, but that thing called work has been a matter I've had to take in hand.
Meanwhile, I'm sorting out ideas, and getting a plan in place for the future. I believe that a next step for my follow-up is a story I recently wrote, that is adult fiction with a serious crossover to the young adult world. Half-step, but a good one:
https://www.behance.net/gallery/A-Moment-in-the-Sun-Chapter-1-Rough-Draft/13569033
"A Moment in the Sun" I really feel is that step. This turned out to be a good story; it carries on with my ideas of handling certain concepts, and might work as the next step.
Then, we might be able to make a full step into the YA world with "The Drifters."
https://www.behance.net/torygates
See everything and more here.
So I have to try and focus what brain cells I have left to decide how to proceed with this. My thoughts are to release these next two into the wild over the next 12-18 months. I have to see if this will work.
Getting "Parasite Girls" in motion was a year-long operation. I have more to do with it. So much to think about, but then actually move on.
I really do need to get going...work, my brain, various thoughts on different stuff. For once, I've felt in a state of mind where I'm calm enough to actually sit here and write this, and get it into a form where I can look back at it.
This is what I do, folks...the writer writes, always. I did not like that movie, but a true thing. As someone else noted, even if you are just thinking about it in your head, that's writing. It counts.
See ya.
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Saturday, March 29, 2014
Monday, December 20, 2010
Blink...and you just might miss it!
Paul Weller's song is in my head.
It is Monday afternoon, and I'm slowly recovering from the weekend. A busy one.
To recap: my flight into BWI was quick and uneventful. Saturday was busy! Did the sports updates for KYW until 5, then zoomed up the highway to Clear Channel to help with the Bears game on the Ticket. Got to run most of the game, and it went well enough. Still don't know a lot of the nuts and bolts, but getting there.
The instructions are good, but in all caps, and single-spaced, and I can no longer read this stuff. I'm rewriting them to add notes, tips, etc. Mostly for me, but maybe I'll pass it on to the boss when it's done.
Sunday...finally polished off another edit of "Parasite Girls." I really enjoy this story; it is a good one, and has a lot to offer to people, to think about stuff, and how they see others in their lives.
Seems that Empress Riz has been scheming to hook me up with her dear friend KJ. Got a call out of the blue at 11 pm Saturday, just as I was leaving the CC studios. I was so exhausted that I couldn't really communicate well.
Did speak to KJ again Sunday; she seems very nice. When people try to "hook me up," it doesn't usually work, but I don't want to put the kibosh on anything, yet. KJ sounds like a sweetheart, so friends at least is always good.
Will be seeing them all NYE...heh. That should be fun.
Now Sunday...rolled up in time to watch the amazing comeback of the Eagles over the Giants. Now, you have to understand: I FUCKING DESPISE THE NEW YORK GIANTS!
Why? Well, in the 70's, long before Cable TV, growing up in VT, all we had was the antenna on the roof of the house to get any sort of reception. We were too far away and too low in the valley to get the NBC affiliate in Plattsburgh, NY; as a result we had the CBS, ABC and Canadian stations.
This is why I was probably the only Montreal Canadiens fan living in Vermont!
So yeah...every damn Sunday, we had to watch hideous New York Giant football teams. Occasionally, CTV in Montreal would run AFC games on Sunday, so we'd get the Steelers and occasionally the Patriots.
But the Giants...sucked bad in those days. I remember "The Fumble," and that amazing finish, which is now being likened to what happened yesterday.
As someone blogged, "Joe Pisarcik is finally off the hook."
Matt Dodge is the new patsy for the New York football Giants, after he tried to punt out of bounds, but the ball went off the inside of his foot, and right to DeSean Jackson, the most dangerous return man in the league.
Amazing. I don't even like the Eagles, because 95% of their fans are insufferable, whining, complaining jackasses! Only a grade higher than Boston sports fans of any kind.
But that was one hell of a game. I love getting paid to watch sports. It's the only reason I could sit long enough to watch them.
While doing my update job, and working on some additional Radio PA Network stories (Polamalu's ankle injury may keep him and his hair out of the game until the playoffs), I watched his Steelers get their ass handed them by the Jets.
Then I saw a great Sunday nighter. The Patriots had all they could handle from a very good Packers team, led by a backup. Matt Flynn has nothing to be ashamed of; that kid did a good job, and his team rallied around him.
Packer fans are gonna piss and moan about the clock management. Here's the problem: Flynn was trying to listen in the helmet headset for what play he was to call. He couldn't hear because of all the noise, and the clock ran out.
THIS is what is wrong with coaches calling plays: NO AUTONOMY FOR THE QUARTERBACK, UNLESS YOUR NAME IS BRETT FAVRE!
Flynn, and this is hindsight...SHOULD HAVE CALLED THE PLAY HIMSELF! He knew he was running out of time and had to hustle the team to the line. He should have just said, "Fuck it, I'm calling this one."
I am sick and tired of coaches calling the plays for the QB. Tom Landry was the first to do it way back in the day, but that was unusual.
Today, every coach calls the plays. The QB executes; okay, well and good, but your quarterback needs to have the space to change the play or to call one as he is on the field and is aware of changes to the defense.
Okay, enough football talk.
Now...I had good work over the weekend, and I am back on the job Xmas Day, but that's cool. I always seemed to find myself working on Xmas, so I don't mind it at all. I'll see what else is going on here.
Housekeeping duties...piles of paperwork and stuff that I ignored while I was in Maine last week, and stuff to do before I can think about whatever the hell it is I have to do today.
It is Monday afternoon, and I'm slowly recovering from the weekend. A busy one.
To recap: my flight into BWI was quick and uneventful. Saturday was busy! Did the sports updates for KYW until 5, then zoomed up the highway to Clear Channel to help with the Bears game on the Ticket. Got to run most of the game, and it went well enough. Still don't know a lot of the nuts and bolts, but getting there.
The instructions are good, but in all caps, and single-spaced, and I can no longer read this stuff. I'm rewriting them to add notes, tips, etc. Mostly for me, but maybe I'll pass it on to the boss when it's done.
Sunday...finally polished off another edit of "Parasite Girls." I really enjoy this story; it is a good one, and has a lot to offer to people, to think about stuff, and how they see others in their lives.
Seems that Empress Riz has been scheming to hook me up with her dear friend KJ. Got a call out of the blue at 11 pm Saturday, just as I was leaving the CC studios. I was so exhausted that I couldn't really communicate well.
Did speak to KJ again Sunday; she seems very nice. When people try to "hook me up," it doesn't usually work, but I don't want to put the kibosh on anything, yet. KJ sounds like a sweetheart, so friends at least is always good.
Will be seeing them all NYE...heh. That should be fun.
Now Sunday...rolled up in time to watch the amazing comeback of the Eagles over the Giants. Now, you have to understand: I FUCKING DESPISE THE NEW YORK GIANTS!
Why? Well, in the 70's, long before Cable TV, growing up in VT, all we had was the antenna on the roof of the house to get any sort of reception. We were too far away and too low in the valley to get the NBC affiliate in Plattsburgh, NY; as a result we had the CBS, ABC and Canadian stations.
This is why I was probably the only Montreal Canadiens fan living in Vermont!
So yeah...every damn Sunday, we had to watch hideous New York Giant football teams. Occasionally, CTV in Montreal would run AFC games on Sunday, so we'd get the Steelers and occasionally the Patriots.
But the Giants...sucked bad in those days. I remember "The Fumble," and that amazing finish, which is now being likened to what happened yesterday.
As someone blogged, "Joe Pisarcik is finally off the hook."
Matt Dodge is the new patsy for the New York football Giants, after he tried to punt out of bounds, but the ball went off the inside of his foot, and right to DeSean Jackson, the most dangerous return man in the league.
Amazing. I don't even like the Eagles, because 95% of their fans are insufferable, whining, complaining jackasses! Only a grade higher than Boston sports fans of any kind.
But that was one hell of a game. I love getting paid to watch sports. It's the only reason I could sit long enough to watch them.
While doing my update job, and working on some additional Radio PA Network stories (Polamalu's ankle injury may keep him and his hair out of the game until the playoffs), I watched his Steelers get their ass handed them by the Jets.
Then I saw a great Sunday nighter. The Patriots had all they could handle from a very good Packers team, led by a backup. Matt Flynn has nothing to be ashamed of; that kid did a good job, and his team rallied around him.
Packer fans are gonna piss and moan about the clock management. Here's the problem: Flynn was trying to listen in the helmet headset for what play he was to call. He couldn't hear because of all the noise, and the clock ran out.
THIS is what is wrong with coaches calling plays: NO AUTONOMY FOR THE QUARTERBACK, UNLESS YOUR NAME IS BRETT FAVRE!
Flynn, and this is hindsight...SHOULD HAVE CALLED THE PLAY HIMSELF! He knew he was running out of time and had to hustle the team to the line. He should have just said, "Fuck it, I'm calling this one."
I am sick and tired of coaches calling the plays for the QB. Tom Landry was the first to do it way back in the day, but that was unusual.
Today, every coach calls the plays. The QB executes; okay, well and good, but your quarterback needs to have the space to change the play or to call one as he is on the field and is aware of changes to the defense.
Okay, enough football talk.
Now...I had good work over the weekend, and I am back on the job Xmas Day, but that's cool. I always seemed to find myself working on Xmas, so I don't mind it at all. I'll see what else is going on here.
Housekeeping duties...piles of paperwork and stuff that I ignored while I was in Maine last week, and stuff to do before I can think about whatever the hell it is I have to do today.
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