First of all, I rent movies on DVD, I tend not to go to the theater. So when a friend reccomended I see this movie, I went and rented it.
I have not seen a movie I enjoyed so much in a long, long time. If you haven’t seen it, go see it., If you have, a lot of spoilers below the staple. Continue Reading »
One of my all time favorite talk show hosts, The Lovely Teri O’Brien, has been sacked by WLS mangement. I don’t ordinarily bleg for anything, but I’m blegging now. I’d like every one of you to write WLS management and bitch.
Teri is the type of person who took on the liberals, the bedwetters, the terrorist apologists, and gave no quarter. She took their calls, and when they started spouting bullshit, she smacked them down- calmly, clearly, using facts and truth, and they always ended up in spasmodic fits of denial. Always a gentlewoman and an arbiter of reality, she will be sorely missed. She SHOULD have been given a better slot, but I always listened suinsays when in the garage working on cars or whatever was going on.
There isn’t an email address because WLS apparently has a teenager administering their untranet, so go to their website here: click on the “to” pulldown, choose “management” or “Comments on programming”. A station that still has Art Bell and George Noori on staff, still employs some of the most liberal morons on earth, gets rid of one of the crown jewels. Tell them you listened to her show on the internet, so you could get it anywhere in the world, and tell them they lost a listener, and tell them to pound salt up their collective asses. Do so during her normal show time slot this afternoon, and make them suffer. Tell your friends. I’d like to see them get a thousand hits.
can be as powerful as pet names. You have to be careful how you assign them. And how they are assigned to you. Want to spend your career known as “handjob” or “lotion boy”? Anyway, we had this guy who went from the rank and file to become a shift forman, and his name was… phil. His last day, as he showered, he talked smack about how he was going to be in charge of the men he was shwoering with, and how he was going to have the upper hand the very next day. Most of the hourlies gaped in amazement at the sheer cheek of the guy, but as he left the shower room everyone waved their junk at him and one guy even went so far as to shout “Lick me, Phil”.
And there it was.
His hardhat, (now white instead of the normal red) sprouted a new hand lettered legend the same day: “Lick me, Phil”. The sign on the shop door now said “Hard hat area. Do not enter unless you Lick me, Phil”. The shop truck sported a handmade license plate which read “LIKMEFIL” Someone even had jacket patches embroidered that said “Lick me, Phil” in beautiful script. The crowning glory was a Whiteco-Metrocom billboard that said ‘Lick me, Phil” in letters twelve feet high.
Phil eventually hit the road for parts unknown. Sometimes, hanging out in places where steelworkers used to, I find a scrawl in a crapper or a scratch on a table in crabbed, pocketknife script “Lick me, phil”. And I smile, remembering a man who lost control of the situation and assigned himself a nickname that would flavor his life until he moved away.
