Okay, The Clown's not the world's biggest reality TV fan. Except for The Amazing Race and that Temptation Island thing. I'm especially not a big American Idol fan, though I do have to admit that Kelly Clarkson is a guilty pleasure.
But, if this story is true, well, I'd have to watch American Idol. Apparently, there's some kind of rumor going around that the AI producers placed a call to Courtney Love, hoping that she might step in as a judge -- I guess that Paula's just not nuts enough.
Now, the producers are claiming that they did not call Courtney. But come on, admit, wouldn't it be fun. Just imagine the fun...would Courtney be sober? Would it be thin Courtney, or bloated Courtney? Would she take a swing at Simon. Would Simon call her a fat, no-talented cow? Would the cops get involved? Would she make Paula look sane?
This American Idol I would watch.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
So I Go Insane, Like I Always Do
Faithful Version 2.0 and 3.0 reader Stevie sends me a note saying that's she now certifiable. Now, I've always known that she's certifiable, but apparently, she means something else.
So, Stevie, congratulations on becoming a Certified Manager of Community Associations
So, Stevie, congratulations on becoming a Certified Manager of Community Associations
Where's Neil Kinnock When You Need Him?
Way back when, in 1988, a man named Joseph Biden decided to run for president. Now, Joe wasn't just any man. No. He was a senator from the state of Delaware. And he decided that he was the man best fit to be the Democratic nominee for President of the United States. Joe went on the campaign trail, and Joe said some nice things. The trouble was, some of those nice things belonged to another man. That's right, this nice British politician named Neil Kinnock had said these things first.
Joe made a few other mistakes. Got nailed with a few more lies. And decided to drop out of the race.
Until now. When Joe's decided that it's time for him to run for president. Again. And while speaking to reporters, he decided to say a few things about one of his opponents for president, a man named Barack Obama:
“I mean, you got the first mainstream African-American who is articulate and bright and clean and a nice-looking guy... I mean, that’s a storybook, man.”
Now, Joe's saying that the quote doesn't really sound like the quote really sounds. But, given that it doesn't quite say how it's quoted -- there's a few comma issues according to the campaign -- it still doesn't sound that good. And, I'm willing to bet that Joe's wishing he had Neil Kinnock around to blame things on.
Joe made a few other mistakes. Got nailed with a few more lies. And decided to drop out of the race.
Until now. When Joe's decided that it's time for him to run for president. Again. And while speaking to reporters, he decided to say a few things about one of his opponents for president, a man named Barack Obama:
“I mean, you got the first mainstream African-American who is articulate and bright and clean and a nice-looking guy... I mean, that’s a storybook, man.”
Now, Joe's saying that the quote doesn't really sound like the quote really sounds. But, given that it doesn't quite say how it's quoted -- there's a few comma issues according to the campaign -- it still doesn't sound that good. And, I'm willing to bet that Joe's wishing he had Neil Kinnock around to blame things on.
Genesis, The Beginning, The Alpha, But Not The Omega
Welcome to The ClownVision Chronicles, version 4.0.
Yes, this is the 4th go around for The ClownVision Chronicles. Hopefully, this version will last a bit longer than the others. But you never know.
Let's start with a little history of the CVC.
The ClownVision Chronicles, version 1.0 got it's start in April of 2000. It was a private little publication, not one of these fancy blog thingy available all over the internets. Version 1.0 was sent by e-mail, to a private list of lucky recipients. Well, kind of lucky.
I started this for those friends of mine who had, like me, once worked for the Houston Astros video crew. In 2000, the Houston Astros moved into the fancy digs then known as Enron Field. I started working for the Astros in April of 1988. I started by doing out-of-town scores. Did balls and strikes, then moved up to the video end of things. By the end of the 2000 season, I was the asshole who played the loud commercials between innings. And, on occasion, I got to work the little replay machine -- I'll tell more stories about that at some other time.
The crew that I worked with that season stayed together. For the most part. Some guys (and girls) would leave. Some would join. But the core stayed the same. Every season. I was there for Nolan Ryan's last season as an Astro. I was there for Craig Biggio's first. And Jeff Bagwell's. Mike Piazza hit the longest home run that I ever saw. I was there for The Big Unit's half season.
But enough of that...
Time passes. The Astros move from the Dome, and the team owner decides to dump just about everybody associated with the Dome -- and I'll right more on that at a later time. I, however, hang onto my job, and I make it my duty to keep my friends informed on the goings on in the new facility, thus was born The ClownVision Chronicles.
So, I hope that this edition lasts longer than the others. And I hope that everyone enjoys.
Yes, this is the 4th go around for The ClownVision Chronicles. Hopefully, this version will last a bit longer than the others. But you never know.
Let's start with a little history of the CVC.
The ClownVision Chronicles, version 1.0 got it's start in April of 2000. It was a private little publication, not one of these fancy blog thingy available all over the internets. Version 1.0 was sent by e-mail, to a private list of lucky recipients. Well, kind of lucky.
I started this for those friends of mine who had, like me, once worked for the Houston Astros video crew. In 2000, the Houston Astros moved into the fancy digs then known as Enron Field. I started working for the Astros in April of 1988. I started by doing out-of-town scores. Did balls and strikes, then moved up to the video end of things. By the end of the 2000 season, I was the asshole who played the loud commercials between innings. And, on occasion, I got to work the little replay machine -- I'll tell more stories about that at some other time.
The crew that I worked with that season stayed together. For the most part. Some guys (and girls) would leave. Some would join. But the core stayed the same. Every season. I was there for Nolan Ryan's last season as an Astro. I was there for Craig Biggio's first. And Jeff Bagwell's. Mike Piazza hit the longest home run that I ever saw. I was there for The Big Unit's half season.
But enough of that...
Time passes. The Astros move from the Dome, and the team owner decides to dump just about everybody associated with the Dome -- and I'll right more on that at a later time. I, however, hang onto my job, and I make it my duty to keep my friends informed on the goings on in the new facility, thus was born The ClownVision Chronicles.
So, I hope that this edition lasts longer than the others. And I hope that everyone enjoys.
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