On the twelfth day of Christmas,
my true love gave to me
Twelve authors writing
Eleven playrights playing
Ten bloggers blogging
Nine poets slamming
Eight speakers speaking
Seven flacks a-flacking
Six agents selling
Five editors
Four journalists
Three critics
Two biographers
And a publisher pub-a-lishing!
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
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9 comments:
Love it, Mike! Did you come up with all this? Fess up, pal. If so, I'm impressed. It's phenomenal.
Of course, John. All of the material in this blog is original. I'm still waiting for Jay Leno to call, but so far .... Thanks for your good words.
Leno may be in need of new writers soon, with his move to an earlier time slot. I'll be sure to have his people call yours.
Yeah, and he'll probably need cleaner humor in the earlier slot.
Not sure of that, Mike. While I'm not a prude, I am nevertheless regularly appalled at the stuff that gets on the air at all hours these days. The pollution from cable to broadcast seems nearly complete by now. Guess you just have to have lived through the ultra clean TV era during your formative years, as we did, to notice how much things have changed since.
Tell me about it. I remember how my mother disapproved of Mad Magazine because of the scantily clad cartoon figures. Mad Magazine! Cartoon figures!
I think the thing that bothers me most today are the ubiquitous sexual references, like the lingerie and sexy jeans ads during a program like an NFL game, sure to have a large youthful audience. The people profiting from this deserve the hottest part of hell -- also the designers and marketeers who have sold young women on the ridiculous styles they wear everyday everywhere.
I'm sure you've seen how many attend class at our alma mater, in tops more appropriate for a secluded beach or dimly lit nightclub. No one appreciates the feminine figure more than I, but frankly I don't find many of these outfits attractive.
You've zeroed in on precisely what gets me angriest: the racy references on shows and in time slots where young kids will be watching. What in hell ever happened to the FCC? And I hate to be pedantic and correct you, but there is someone who appreciates the female figure more than you, and that's me!
Maybe ... but I've been appreciating it for more years ... Anyway, thanks, John. This discussion has made me forget the wars and the economy, almost.
Okay, you got me there. On the other hand, as I always tell my slightly older friends, back when we were young, five years was a huge difference, and even two was a big deal. Now, if we're within a decade of each other, I figure we're basically the same age.
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