I usually hate taking kids to see movies. Typically I find myself stuck watching melodramatic tweens doing their best to invent and then cure a crisis for two hours. I would rather have a bikini wax. The kind that Las Vegas show girls have to endure. No one should have to endure Hillary Duff for two hours. Ever watch Barney on PBS? Remember the kid actors on Barney, those politically correct hams? Well, they grew up and became Hillary Duff. Yes, she can sing, but oh, she can not act! Hillary Duff is the one lone reason movie theatres are justified in obtaining hard liquor licenses.
Anyhoo, imagine my surprise when I plopped into a chair at Willow Knolls with my nieces and actually enjoyed a Disney flick - one not made by Pixar. The Greatest Game Ever Played is worth seeing whether you have kids or not. It worth seeing even if you can't stand golf. It shows maturity and immaturity and proves that age is no guarantee of either. (Anyone else ever see a grown man bite back tears or beat the non-living crap out of his clubs at Weaver Ridge?) The movie shows how childish, spoiled, and bratty we all look when we lose it. It also explains the stupidity and consequences behind the class wars. The movie reminded me how much we all secretly and deeply crave approval, especially from our parents. I was also reminded to give said approval. Most importantly, "The Greatest Game" showed that we tend to construct our own barriers. Our competitors don't beat us, we beat ourselves. Even my seven year old niece (who has no interest in sports, let alone golf) was completely entertained and enthralled. The Greatest Game Ever played is theorectically based on a true story.
My only gripe was smoking was made glamorous. Not cigarettes, but pipes and cigars. Granted, the movie took place at the turn of the century at an exclusive country club. Smoking was likely the rule, not the exception. However, did Disney need an actor to blow perfect, billowy, O rings? During a tournament, when the defending champ started to feel pressure, he lit up a pipe. His buddy said, "Never saw you smoke on the job before." The Champ's reply? "Should have started four holes ago." Nice going Eisner. Don't let the door hit you on the way out.
I whispered, "Ew, gross!" to the Girls to combat the glam cigar scenes and reminded them doctors didn't know smoking was dangerous in the olden days. I also reminded them that these were, after all, dumb, icky old boys with cooties we were watching.
Other than the smoking and some mild drinking, I didn't see any reason for the PG rating. There are some other kid's movies out right now, but they seem dark. Tim Burton's Corpse Bride and Oliver Twist (which isn't being hailed as a movie fit for kids). Anyway, I can personally attest that anyone seven years old or older will understand The Greatest Game. Enjoy.
Tuesday, October 11
I told Bill to stop playing with his thingy... NOW LOOK WHAT HAPPENED!!!
Technology. Yeah, it's all fun and games until someone loses an eyeball. Bill Dennis had to go messing around with his blog, no doubt attempting to make some new fangled, completely unnecessary improvements. Consequently, Bill apparently blew up his connection to Word Press. Now Bill must resort to posting on blogspot like the rest of us losers/mere mortals. The Internet fairies don't like it when you get arrogant, William.
If you are going through Peoria Pundit withdrawal, you can find Bill's musings at peoriapundit.blogspot.com
Or, you can just hit the link on my side bar. Amazingly, my absolute hatred of all things technical along with my fear of the unknown has led me to never, ever touch my links. Therefore, you can always find your way to Bill via MY pathetic, boring, no photos, no frills, no chills, blog.
The world is a more wonderful and magical place when I don't understand how things work.
If something breaks? Well, that's why God made Mastercard. And Visa. And American Express.
If you are going through Peoria Pundit withdrawal, you can find Bill's musings at peoriapundit.blogspot.com
Or, you can just hit the link on my side bar. Amazingly, my absolute hatred of all things technical along with my fear of the unknown has led me to never, ever touch my links. Therefore, you can always find your way to Bill via MY pathetic, boring, no photos, no frills, no chills, blog.
The world is a more wonderful and magical place when I don't understand how things work.
If something breaks? Well, that's why God made Mastercard. And Visa. And American Express.
Sunday, October 9
But for the Grace of God, Feng Shui, Buddha, Gnesh, Mohammed, etc., go I.
I know natural disasters are, well, natural. When you least expect it, expect it. Nonetheless, after Hurricane Katrina, Hurricane Rita, thousands dead in Central America from mud slides and over 20,000 dead in Asia after yesterday's earthquake... I'm starting to think someone is trying to tell us something. I dunno what. It seems like we've pissed off Mother Nature, God, Buddha, Mohammed, Feng shui, Gnesh, or all of the above. Pick your deity and beg for mercy. It's feeling a bit like the apocalypse.
I've been the recipient of mass e-mails essentially blaming the victims of Hurricane Katrina for their dismal fate. The logic being they should have never allowed themselves to become dependent on the government in the first place.
Realizing that I am not sovereign over my own fate, I write a big, honking check to Uncle Sam every April 15th. Whenever I buy something, I throw in a bit extra toward local government. I make two huge installments on my real estate taxes every year. I do this because I understand should my house catch fire, I probably won't be able to put it out with my garden hose. I pay dearly for the help I pray I will never need.
To everyone smugly writing off Katrina's castoffs, I'm wondering, have you bought your life raft yet? I know, we don't live under sea level. You're MUCH smarter than that, eh? You do live in a tornado prone area. You live near many factories that use very dangerous chemicals to make their wares. What if there is a massive spill or explosion? We could experience a hell of a snowstorm this winter. Say, 20 feet. It could happen. These days it looks more and more likely. Maybe we will lose power for days, weeks. What if our water supply is compromised? (Yes, Sandberg, I know, that wouldn't happen if the City bought the freakin water company. Let it go already!)
So, Mr./Mrs. Independent-Don't-Need-Anybody-Especially-the-Damn Government-Responsible-Citizen... got your Sherman Tank ready to take out looters? An abundant food supply at the ready? A couple of power generators? Wood chopped? Started digging a well? Got around to building that bomb shelter in the backyard yet?
Face it. The extent of emergency planning for most of us is the knowledge we could cannibalize Junior's walkie talkies for double A batteries if necessary. In a pinch you might be able to hold down the can of sardines you bought eleven years ago while deranged with a high fever. Duct tape? You could always peel some off a dusty pipe in the basement. Yeah, you're prepared.
Government is more dependent on us than we are on it. Do we really aspire to become a nation of survivalists? Think Ruby Ridge, Waco, those losers in college who only stopped their game of Dungeons and Dragons to play paint ball in the woods behind the Arts Quad.
We feed government, and we should hold government responsible when it screws up. Big time.
Until the proper deity is done spanking our hide, it would behoove us to humble ourselves and heed the proper lesson.
I've been the recipient of mass e-mails essentially blaming the victims of Hurricane Katrina for their dismal fate. The logic being they should have never allowed themselves to become dependent on the government in the first place.
Realizing that I am not sovereign over my own fate, I write a big, honking check to Uncle Sam every April 15th. Whenever I buy something, I throw in a bit extra toward local government. I make two huge installments on my real estate taxes every year. I do this because I understand should my house catch fire, I probably won't be able to put it out with my garden hose. I pay dearly for the help I pray I will never need.
To everyone smugly writing off Katrina's castoffs, I'm wondering, have you bought your life raft yet? I know, we don't live under sea level. You're MUCH smarter than that, eh? You do live in a tornado prone area. You live near many factories that use very dangerous chemicals to make their wares. What if there is a massive spill or explosion? We could experience a hell of a snowstorm this winter. Say, 20 feet. It could happen. These days it looks more and more likely. Maybe we will lose power for days, weeks. What if our water supply is compromised? (Yes, Sandberg, I know, that wouldn't happen if the City bought the freakin water company. Let it go already!)
So, Mr./Mrs. Independent-Don't-Need-Anybody-Especially-the-Damn Government-Responsible-Citizen... got your Sherman Tank ready to take out looters? An abundant food supply at the ready? A couple of power generators? Wood chopped? Started digging a well? Got around to building that bomb shelter in the backyard yet?
Face it. The extent of emergency planning for most of us is the knowledge we could cannibalize Junior's walkie talkies for double A batteries if necessary. In a pinch you might be able to hold down the can of sardines you bought eleven years ago while deranged with a high fever. Duct tape? You could always peel some off a dusty pipe in the basement. Yeah, you're prepared.
Government is more dependent on us than we are on it. Do we really aspire to become a nation of survivalists? Think Ruby Ridge, Waco, those losers in college who only stopped their game of Dungeons and Dragons to play paint ball in the woods behind the Arts Quad.
We feed government, and we should hold government responsible when it screws up. Big time.
Until the proper deity is done spanking our hide, it would behoove us to humble ourselves and heed the proper lesson.
Saturday, October 8
Me thinks we've been had...
I'm back from the beach and looking through old newspapers. Looks like you all had fun while I was away... not.
I do not understand why someone taking over a troubled hotel merits front page news. Even in Peoria and even if Chase Ingersoll is doing the taking. I especially enjoyed PJ Star's "Grandiose Plans for Hotel" headline. WTF? A slight at Ingersoll's grandiose personality, me thinks. Very professional. The whole Grandview mess also merited an editorial from the brains at the PJ Star, the Times Observer, and smaller articles here and there in both papers. I checked web sites for local TV news stations and found a plethora of coverage there as well. Activism or a slow news week? You decide.
The waste of grey matter (aka editorial staff) at PJ Star points out that the Grandview Hotel isn't the only chronic aggravated nuisance in town. Really!? I thought for sure once the 100 room flea bag/crack house/meth lab/hotel vaporized, Peoria at last would be rightfully crowned Utopia. Got to start somewhere. I think the action taken by City Hall might well be due to Third District City Councilman Bob Manning more than well to do residents. I vaguely remember Thetford, Manning, and Anderson using the hotel as a campaign issue. The Hotel sits in one of the highest voter turn out precincts in town (43 or 45). There are well to do folk living on Moss Avenue and I'm still not taking a stroll there after dark.
I discovered today that the Grandview Hotel has changed its name. It is listed under "Prospect Inn" in the yellow pages. The new name is more fitting, as the hotel was neither Grand nor does it have a view - unless Knoxville Drive counts. The hotel is also not particularly close to Grandview Drive.
Question. Has anyone actually seen a contract signed by current hotel owner Kris Jain and wanna be hotel owner Ingersoll? I can't imagine either of these guys playing the whole town - giving nearby residents and City Hall chest pains just for kicks, can you?
Better hush now, or I might get sued!
I do not understand why someone taking over a troubled hotel merits front page news. Even in Peoria and even if Chase Ingersoll is doing the taking. I especially enjoyed PJ Star's "Grandiose Plans for Hotel" headline. WTF? A slight at Ingersoll's grandiose personality, me thinks. Very professional. The whole Grandview mess also merited an editorial from the brains at the PJ Star, the Times Observer, and smaller articles here and there in both papers. I checked web sites for local TV news stations and found a plethora of coverage there as well. Activism or a slow news week? You decide.
The waste of grey matter (aka editorial staff) at PJ Star points out that the Grandview Hotel isn't the only chronic aggravated nuisance in town. Really!? I thought for sure once the 100 room flea bag/crack house/meth lab/hotel vaporized, Peoria at last would be rightfully crowned Utopia. Got to start somewhere. I think the action taken by City Hall might well be due to Third District City Councilman Bob Manning more than well to do residents. I vaguely remember Thetford, Manning, and Anderson using the hotel as a campaign issue. The Hotel sits in one of the highest voter turn out precincts in town (43 or 45). There are well to do folk living on Moss Avenue and I'm still not taking a stroll there after dark.
I discovered today that the Grandview Hotel has changed its name. It is listed under "Prospect Inn" in the yellow pages. The new name is more fitting, as the hotel was neither Grand nor does it have a view - unless Knoxville Drive counts. The hotel is also not particularly close to Grandview Drive.
Question. Has anyone actually seen a contract signed by current hotel owner Kris Jain and wanna be hotel owner Ingersoll? I can't imagine either of these guys playing the whole town - giving nearby residents and City Hall chest pains just for kicks, can you?
Better hush now, or I might get sued!
Schock vs. Spears. Oh yeah, Baby!
Now we have a race!!! I expect fun will be had by all, assuming Bill Spears accepts his party's nod to take on Boy Wonder.
Spears may deserve the post, but he will have to earn it all over again. Schock loves to campaign. LOVES it. Campaigning door to door? Most candidates hate it. Schock is better at it than a team of Fuller Brush Salesmen, a hoard of preaching Mormons, and a clique of dancing Avon Ladies combined. It's hard to imagine Bill Spears lowering himself to sucking up on Schock's level.
I've also noticed that Schock keeps sending out invitations to kids. "Read eight books and come to my ice cream party at the Aquaplex." Later this month he is having a kid's fair. If you ask me, it's creepy. However, I bet the soccer moms eat it up.
Remember the very ugly/entertaining Ricca Sloan v Aaron Schock campaign? I don't see Spears fighting dirty, which might be to his benefit. Voters say they don't like campaign mud slinging, but frankly, other than a beautiful spring day, nothing gets voter turn out higher. Schock is an easy target, after serving years as president on a school board that was clueless that the system was $8, $9, or $18 million in debt.
If Spears can drive up enough energy for campaign combat, I think he is Springfield bound. I'll miss him on the City Council, though. I think he is the one who keeps Sandberg on his meds.
Spears may deserve the post, but he will have to earn it all over again. Schock loves to campaign. LOVES it. Campaigning door to door? Most candidates hate it. Schock is better at it than a team of Fuller Brush Salesmen, a hoard of preaching Mormons, and a clique of dancing Avon Ladies combined. It's hard to imagine Bill Spears lowering himself to sucking up on Schock's level.
I've also noticed that Schock keeps sending out invitations to kids. "Read eight books and come to my ice cream party at the Aquaplex." Later this month he is having a kid's fair. If you ask me, it's creepy. However, I bet the soccer moms eat it up.
Remember the very ugly/entertaining Ricca Sloan v Aaron Schock campaign? I don't see Spears fighting dirty, which might be to his benefit. Voters say they don't like campaign mud slinging, but frankly, other than a beautiful spring day, nothing gets voter turn out higher. Schock is an easy target, after serving years as president on a school board that was clueless that the system was $8, $9, or $18 million in debt.
If Spears can drive up enough energy for campaign combat, I think he is Springfield bound. I'll miss him on the City Council, though. I think he is the one who keeps Sandberg on his meds.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MATT!!!
A buddy of mine informed me that my favorite lobbying lawyer turned 40 last weekend. I've given Mr. Jones a lot of grief in the past, so I thought the least I could do was wish him a belated happy birthday sans any of the typical undeserved vitriol I usually toss his way.
The forties aren't so bad, Matt. We are allowed to make real money now, and occasionally people take us seriously. Suckers.
Hope it was happy, Matt.
The forties aren't so bad, Matt. We are allowed to make real money now, and occasionally people take us seriously. Suckers.
Hope it was happy, Matt.
Can Tanner's
Took the munchkins to Tanner's Orchard yesterday. District 150 celebrated a half day. The District called it "Student Improvement Day." Improving students apparently requires sending them home three hours early. Hey, I respect teachers. I think they work hard. Damn hard. If they need extra time to prepare, or relax, or whatever, I say give it to them. Just call it what it is. "Teacher Union Day" rings right. Before I get a bunch of comments ripping me a new one, let me just state, I drove by the kid's school yesterday at 1:00 p.m. There were four cars in the lot. Anyone else notice that Student Improvement Day (Columbus Day) and Institute Day (Thanksgiving) always coincide with what otherwise would be "just" three/four day weekends?
Anyway, Tanner's Orchard used to be a quaint way to celebrate Autumn. Pick some apples, bring home a box of cider donuts, a gallon of cider, eat some kettle korn, go Mach five down the huge slide...
Them there days are gone kids. If you pick a half a peck (smaller than a plastic grocery sack) of apples it will cost you $15.00. Wanna take the kids to the playground? Six bucks. Per kid. The big, honking, huge slide... gone. Too much liability apparently. So the six buck covers equipment that you would easily find for free at any public park, or most back yards. Six donuts? Five bucks. A gallon of cider? Five bucks. A box of four caramel apples? Eight bucks. A freaking mum? $25.00. I understand that overhead can be costly, but the prices -as compared to last year- far exceed any imaginable rate of inflation. Maybe Tanner's is now trying attract ignorant city slickers/suckers from Chicago?
There were hardly any apples left to pick and I simply could not bring myself to pay the $6.00 playground extortion fee. So we bought a box of overpriced donuts and a gallon of excellent cider and left. After all, if I want to be thoroughly ripped off I'll go to Chuckie Cheese.
Next stop, Chuckie Cheese.
How can they charge so much for a place that smells like feet?!
Anyway, Tanner's Orchard used to be a quaint way to celebrate Autumn. Pick some apples, bring home a box of cider donuts, a gallon of cider, eat some kettle korn, go Mach five down the huge slide...
Them there days are gone kids. If you pick a half a peck (smaller than a plastic grocery sack) of apples it will cost you $15.00. Wanna take the kids to the playground? Six bucks. Per kid. The big, honking, huge slide... gone. Too much liability apparently. So the six buck covers equipment that you would easily find for free at any public park, or most back yards. Six donuts? Five bucks. A gallon of cider? Five bucks. A box of four caramel apples? Eight bucks. A freaking mum? $25.00. I understand that overhead can be costly, but the prices -as compared to last year- far exceed any imaginable rate of inflation. Maybe Tanner's is now trying attract ignorant city slickers/suckers from Chicago?
There were hardly any apples left to pick and I simply could not bring myself to pay the $6.00 playground extortion fee. So we bought a box of overpriced donuts and a gallon of excellent cider and left. After all, if I want to be thoroughly ripped off I'll go to Chuckie Cheese.
Next stop, Chuckie Cheese.
How can they charge so much for a place that smells like feet?!
Friday, October 7
See? I can be reasonable. I can. I can. I CAN!!!
Per the thoughtful and reasonable request received via e-mail from one of the parties involved, I have deleted my previous post.
Polly doesn't want to make a delicate situation worse.
Even though I think I was right.
Polly doesn't want to make a delicate situation worse.
Even though I think I was right.
Tuesday, October 4
IMHO: Bibo is a Bimbo
I know I'm behind the times on this one, but as mentioned in the previous post, I've been on vacation. I have been stupid enough to check out the Peoria Journal Star web site, and caught Terry Bibo's gossip column on Michael Levan a week ago. I just can't let it go without comment.
There are some people with positions in life that really make you wonder... If Terry Bibo can be a columnist at the Journal Star, why haven't I written the great American novel? If Dan Lietch can be a State Representative, why am I not at least in the Senate? If George Bush can be President of the most powerful nation on earth, why am I not the Supreme Ruler of the known universe? All fair and relevant questions.
I admit, I rarely read Bibo. I find her columns fluffy and, well, ditzy. "Ditzy" is an adjective I really dislike using to describe a fellow female, so I prefer to side step her rants all together. A friend called me and told me I simply "HAD to read her one sided, totally unfair, gossip column about Michael Levan." So, I made the mistake of logging on.
What a column of crap. Why did the editors of the Journal Star allow it to be printed? Stupid question. Last Sunday, Bibo felt the need to publish the criminal history of Michael Levan. Levan, who would readily admit he isn't an angel, has a long arrest record. Apparently, he has been arrested about forty times mostly during his troubled youth. Levan is about forty years old.
Bibo points out Levan's arrest record and not much else. When I read about the troubled history of an individual, I want to know the full story. That is, I want the journalist to her job. How and why does one get arrested 40 times? What in his past caused him to behave so poorly? Was he beaten as a child? Victimized by a cruel step parent? Were his bones broken? Was he put in and pulled out of countless foster homes? Was he so abused and neglected that he was forced to eat from garbage cans as a kid? What is Levan doing now? Does he own property? Does he pay taxes? Did he suffer terrible brain injuries due to a recent car accident and made a miraculous recovery? Does he have a healthy and promising relationship with a lovely fiancee? Does he care for his aging mother? Has he turned his life around? Is he trying? Levan is well known to those that grew up on the East Bluff. Levan is well known period. The answers to such questions can be easily and readily found by a journalist willing to do a semi-thorough job. Bibo doesn't qualify.
I think Bibo is doing the dirty work of the Teplitz's. You see, Levan has been working hard to expose the alleged dirty dealings of the Roanoke Neighborhood Association, formerly headed by former City Councilwoman Marcella Teplitz and her attorney husband, Jack. Serious questions such as, "What the feck happened to all the money?" have been asked regarding the Roanoke Fund, which was recently revoked by City Council. It doesn't look good for the Roanoke Association, and it looks really, really bad for the Teplitz's.
Apparently it's politics (i.e., The recently ousted "Progressives") and journalism (i.e., The Journal Star) as usual in Peoria.
The two have a more incestuous relationship than fruit flies.
There are some people with positions in life that really make you wonder... If Terry Bibo can be a columnist at the Journal Star, why haven't I written the great American novel? If Dan Lietch can be a State Representative, why am I not at least in the Senate? If George Bush can be President of the most powerful nation on earth, why am I not the Supreme Ruler of the known universe? All fair and relevant questions.
I admit, I rarely read Bibo. I find her columns fluffy and, well, ditzy. "Ditzy" is an adjective I really dislike using to describe a fellow female, so I prefer to side step her rants all together. A friend called me and told me I simply "HAD to read her one sided, totally unfair, gossip column about Michael Levan." So, I made the mistake of logging on.
What a column of crap. Why did the editors of the Journal Star allow it to be printed? Stupid question. Last Sunday, Bibo felt the need to publish the criminal history of Michael Levan. Levan, who would readily admit he isn't an angel, has a long arrest record. Apparently, he has been arrested about forty times mostly during his troubled youth. Levan is about forty years old.
Bibo points out Levan's arrest record and not much else. When I read about the troubled history of an individual, I want to know the full story. That is, I want the journalist to her job. How and why does one get arrested 40 times? What in his past caused him to behave so poorly? Was he beaten as a child? Victimized by a cruel step parent? Were his bones broken? Was he put in and pulled out of countless foster homes? Was he so abused and neglected that he was forced to eat from garbage cans as a kid? What is Levan doing now? Does he own property? Does he pay taxes? Did he suffer terrible brain injuries due to a recent car accident and made a miraculous recovery? Does he have a healthy and promising relationship with a lovely fiancee? Does he care for his aging mother? Has he turned his life around? Is he trying? Levan is well known to those that grew up on the East Bluff. Levan is well known period. The answers to such questions can be easily and readily found by a journalist willing to do a semi-thorough job. Bibo doesn't qualify.
I think Bibo is doing the dirty work of the Teplitz's. You see, Levan has been working hard to expose the alleged dirty dealings of the Roanoke Neighborhood Association, formerly headed by former City Councilwoman Marcella Teplitz and her attorney husband, Jack. Serious questions such as, "What the feck happened to all the money?" have been asked regarding the Roanoke Fund, which was recently revoked by City Council. It doesn't look good for the Roanoke Association, and it looks really, really bad for the Teplitz's.
Apparently it's politics (i.e., The recently ousted "Progressives") and journalism (i.e., The Journal Star) as usual in Peoria.
The two have a more incestuous relationship than fruit flies.
S.O.P.P. Save Our Peoria Pundit!
Okay, I was enjoying a nice vacation browning myself on the beach. I wasn't going to resume any responsibilities -or blogging- until I had attained the same lovely dark roasted espresso hue as our beloved Mayor, Jim Ardis. Hard to achieve when I still feel compelled to slather myself with SPF 4. Or baby oil. Or Crisco. But that's another completely irrelevant story.
What shocked me into dragging my lap top onto the beach is that Bill Dennis, blogger extraordinaire, of The Peoria Pundit HAS GONE OFF THE AIR. OR INTERNET. OR WHATEVER. I wouldn't know what the feck a blog was without Bill. Because of him, I still hold out hope that some day I maybe able to link properly or even post a picture. Okay, the later is reaching, I admit. Nonetheless, we must get this man some money. NOW. I am willing to contribute, but Bill, I gotta be able to do so anonymously! You can post "Polly Peoria" on your friends' list, but that Pay Pal button requires that I reveal my identity and my ass would be so FIRED if my bosses knew what I really thought of them. How about providing a snail mail address?
Some how, some way, I'm going to get this hard worker/blogger/journalist/purveyor of eye candy/disher of Peoria dirt/ some of the funds he desperately needs and is really entitled too. Most of us bloggers do this as a hobby, to vent and spew our profound and superior intellects *snicker* into cyberspace in order to keep those who love and live with us from beating us mercilessly -but deservedly- over the head with a heavy shovel. Bill Dennis is a professional, and runs a professional blog. Yeah, even with the eye candy. You ever notice how much eye candy is in the New York Times? Washington Post? Wall Street Journal?
The Peoria Pundit is NEEDED. Notice how often local politicians post on his blog? The Peoria Pundit allows us to get the real scoop, not the tainted synopsis provided by the Journal Star editorial page.
A donation to Bill falls slightly behind a donation for hurricane relief in priority. Bill is THAT good. He is that IMPORTANT.
I'm even gonna send him my beer money for the week. Now that's sacrifice.
What shocked me into dragging my lap top onto the beach is that Bill Dennis, blogger extraordinaire, of The Peoria Pundit HAS GONE OFF THE AIR. OR INTERNET. OR WHATEVER. I wouldn't know what the feck a blog was without Bill. Because of him, I still hold out hope that some day I maybe able to link properly or even post a picture. Okay, the later is reaching, I admit. Nonetheless, we must get this man some money. NOW. I am willing to contribute, but Bill, I gotta be able to do so anonymously! You can post "Polly Peoria" on your friends' list, but that Pay Pal button requires that I reveal my identity and my ass would be so FIRED if my bosses knew what I really thought of them. How about providing a snail mail address?
Some how, some way, I'm going to get this hard worker/blogger/journalist/purveyor of eye candy/disher of Peoria dirt/ some of the funds he desperately needs and is really entitled too. Most of us bloggers do this as a hobby, to vent and spew our profound and superior intellects *snicker* into cyberspace in order to keep those who love and live with us from beating us mercilessly -but deservedly- over the head with a heavy shovel. Bill Dennis is a professional, and runs a professional blog. Yeah, even with the eye candy. You ever notice how much eye candy is in the New York Times? Washington Post? Wall Street Journal?
The Peoria Pundit is NEEDED. Notice how often local politicians post on his blog? The Peoria Pundit allows us to get the real scoop, not the tainted synopsis provided by the Journal Star editorial page.
A donation to Bill falls slightly behind a donation for hurricane relief in priority. Bill is THAT good. He is that IMPORTANT.
I'm even gonna send him my beer money for the week. Now that's sacrifice.
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