Here We Go
So, you know, if you’ve ever spent any time over at my other blog, The Moon Hoax, you know that I sometimes have some sort of strong opinions about certain things. Football stuff sometimes. Like it kind of annoys me that a league that tolerates spouse abusers, repeat drunken driving offenders, maybe even a murderer, and, of course, homophobes and assholes as far as the eye can see, goes so far out of its way to persecute the pot smokers, ’cause, you know, these guys are role models for our American youth. (I’m not saying all pro football players are bad guys. Far from it. I’m sure most of them are decent folks. What I question are the priorities of the NFL.) I’ve also got my opinions about some players’ abilities, broadcasters, and other stuff, like who’s likely to win what games on a week-to-week basis. So that’s what I’ll be getting into here. The football stuff. The rest of it stays at The Moon Hoax.
This is also where you’ll find an up-to-date list of upcoming events featuring … um, well, me. It’s over there on the left. We’re in the process of adding dates, so, you know, if there’s nothing near you, keep on checking in. Or if ya want, shoot me an email and tell me where you want me to show up and we’ll try to make it happen. Or, better yet, contact your favorite store and ask them to bring me in. No, wait, don’t ask. Demand. Yeah, that’s it. Demand it. Hey, you’re the customer, right? Who the hell are they to say you can’t have what you want? Why are you letting these bookstore types push you around? Isn’t it bad enough that you get treated rudely in record stores? Are you going to let them ruin the book shopping experience for you now, too? That’s what I thought. So stop twiddling your thumbs; get out there and make them bring me in to read or sign or dance a jig (I don’t actually dance jigs, but they don’t have to know that now, do they?). Go.
