Ramblin' Man

Discount me
So the Automobile Bigs finally found the right phrase: "Employee Discount." Oh, they could hemorrhage till anemic with rebates and deep discounts before this, but those discounts became part of the landscape, a.k.a "meaningless." Then the "Employee Discount." Sales zoom. Now everybody will pile on. More blood on the floor (but look at the sales figures!) "Employee Discount" is to selling cars what "War On Terror" is to politics.

By the way, the new Mustang perfectly captured what the 'new' and now cancelled T-bird didn't.
They even tuned the exhaust to mimic Steve McQueen's Mustang in the movie Bullitt (1968). Real life imitates illusion.

Jack off
Since I spent, oh, something like 30 years in radio, I feel compelled to comment on the stations that now say "We Play What We Want." - Even though some are highly successful, it can't be because of that slogan, which is dumb and meaningless, AND from the wrong point of view. Is there a single listener who didn't think that's what they did ANYWAY? Is there a single disaffected listener who didn't think that? Where's the benefit?

Maybe some consultant said "this is a real statement." O-tay. Genius.

Reality TV
You want real, watch Rescue Me. Gritty. No false moves. Great script and acting.

Real Reality
Today I listened to the BBC (British Broadcating Company) reports on the terrorist attacks in London, on my computer in Texas, tuned to a streaming radio station in Toronto, Canada. Wired? Yes.

Scary Reality
Martha Stewart says she has a crush on Jon Stewart. That burns my nose hairs on a sharp snort.