Tuesday, February 13, 2007

Powerpoint Appreciation Day

Be simple. Be compelling. Be irreverent.
Every presentation should be this cool.

Monday, February 12, 2007

This could be huge-r

Barack Obama has his contituents going Blog-Crazy.

And that's all fine and good.

But as anyone worth his Linkedin subscription will tell you, signing up a couple hundred folks to be your peeps online does not a constituency make.

What creeps me out about campaigning this early, aside from the frigging advertising that will at some point plague all of us - online, on TV, on the radio, on billboards, in our sleep, etc. - is that A) I will have to listen to H.R. Clinton opine on ANYTHING whatsoever, B) I will have to list to B. Obama describe why she's wrong (which is painfully obvious) and C) even the most ill-equipped republicans will start to look good in comparison.

And I say that as a borderline Republican, who think Dick Armey sounds like a reasonable man (thank You Texas Monthly.)

So like your typical American, I'll save my vote for where it matters most.

And I don't feel the least bit ugly of an American for admitting I'd rather see some 16 year old girl from Krum oversing an oversung song on A.I. (American Idol, not Allen Iverson) than listen to the Democratic Party sing their pitiful old refrain for an extra year.


Sorry, fair friends.
I have removed some of your links from my template.
I suspect each of your blogs will suffer minimally, if at all.
But if you are not a-posting regularly, I have made the decision to no longer a-link.

Nothing personal.
I love each of you as people, some of you as my own brothers, sisters, step-sisters, or otherwise chemically-attributed siblings.

but I am chasing a Technorati rating here, and 'no content' equals death in the blogosphere. I have been blessed with your referrals - some of whom have become quite regular.

I know, I know. There were those of you (Buck) who were blogging long before I was even familiar with such terminology.

Feel free to get yourselves back in the mix, after your children turn three, your jobs coalesce and your spouses finally let you sit in front of a computer for a reason other than to pay the water bill.

Until then, link - delink - send me a rain of hate-spam.
I'll understand.