This is the funniest thing I have seen this week:
Local afternoon talk host Chris Baker (740 KTRH) is a funny guy, and a pretty good talk show host. The guy understands the potential in blogging, but Laurence is right about Chris’ blog:
Then the other day Ken Charles is all a flutter, interrupting Chris on his show over something new…
- A photo gallery?
- A studiocam?
- Moderated comments?
- RSS feeds?
- A decent picture of Chris?
- Permalinks for individual posts?
- Moderated forums for listener discussions when the show isn’t on?
Hell no. It’s “Instant messaging” he gasps and I look at it.
It’s just an email form. Not exactly “Instant messaging” by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, it’s faster for me just to thumb in a message from Ziggy3 than jump through those hoops.
There’s so much that needs to be done, and this is a priority?
Take a look for yourself. His blog has some major problems with it. Some are aesthetic and some are functional, but they all scream “amateur.”
Basically, the site doesn’t work very well, and it’s uglier than a shit sandwich on a stick in the rain.
I’m not saying this to rip on Baker, but to prod KTRH and Ken Charles to action. The blog has so much potential. Stories could develop across Houston media — radio, TV, print, Internet. Listeners could become blog readers. Link love could proliferate, and the “50,000-Watt Think Tank” could be at the center of it all.
But that’s not going to happen as long as the site looks like someone tried to put out a forest fire with a screwdriver.
Chris, Ken, get on the stick and fix that blog!
The continuing adventures of A.C. Slater, episodes 1-4
Buzz Aldrin is, by all accounts, a great guy. West Point graduate, religious man, fighter pilot, astronaut. But don’t piss him off:
Yeah, this is old, but I just learned of it yesterday, thank’s to the Chron’s Eric Berger.
Every once in a while, you get to see something really cool on video — like a man going insane right before your eyes:
George Brown is a lobbyist for the liquor industry in the state of Louisiana. He convinced the legislature of that fine state to include the following in its open-container law:
“Open alcoholic beverage container” shall not mean any bottle, can, or other receptacle that contains any amount of frozen alcoholic beverage unless the lid is removed or a straw protrudes through the lid.
That’s right: daiquiris are effectively exempt from the open-container law. Excellent. So, on the way to Paducah, I stopped off at my favorite daiquiri joint in the whole wide world: The Geaux Cup.
Hell yeah.
The Geaux Cup is a little A-frame building just off Interstate 10 in Crowley, La. In addition to being the seat of Acadia Parish, Crowley is also the Rice Capital of America and the home of my good buddy Mary (aka Clotille). The Cup is renowned for the breadth of its menu, which features literally scores of frozen beverages, including — I am not making this up — the “Jet Fuel” and the “Fuck-Up.”
Wow.
I went with a Lime Kamakazi in a big ol’ Styrofoam up. Then I hit the road:
I love Louisiana.
Fast-forward a few hundred miles, and I came across this sign, pointing me to Cooter, Mo.:
Holland is nice, but…
Then I went to Graceland:
I have done it all.
Graceland was closed, probably because I got there at about midnight on a Thursday. Oh well.
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