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Monday
Saturday
I Don't Want To Be An "I Told You So," But ...
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Hah!
After four long years of me blogging warnings -warnings that have gone almost completely ignored- the day has come:
-Zombie Pirates are on the move!
You can go to CNN to see for yourself -but I wouldn’t blame you for being too stricken with terror to leave this media Beacon of Truth known humbly as Predator Press ... I mean why weren't those CNN guys warning you all this time?
Did you ever think about that?
Hm?
Well, those zombie pirates didn’t catch this so-called journalist unawares: unlike Woody Harrelson I’ve got plenty of canned goods –enough to take me all the way through World Wars IV, X, and years into the subsequent Pirate Zombie Omnocracy!
Screw you people. I figure I can wait this thing out.
And it could have been worse frankly. I mean they could have been zombie pirate robots. Or maybe even zombie pirate astronauts! Trust me, zombie pirate astronauts are the worst: one day you’re an Average Joe stockbroker, ‘an the next, FOOM, you’re enslaved in a labor camp on Alpha Centauri makin’ tiny little fitted spacesuits for evil pirate zombie parrots.
Let me tell you, o loyal reader: makin’ evil pirate zombie parrot space booties ain’t no picnic.
-They got these teeny little buckles and a double inseam.
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Hah!
After four long years of me blogging warnings -warnings that have gone almost completely ignored- the day has come:
-Zombie Pirates are on the move!
You can go to CNN to see for yourself -but I wouldn’t blame you for being too stricken with terror to leave this media Beacon of Truth known humbly as Predator Press ... I mean why weren't those CNN guys warning you all this time?
Did you ever think about that?
Hm?
Well, those zombie pirates didn’t catch this so-called journalist unawares: unlike Woody Harrelson I’ve got plenty of canned goods –enough to take me all the way through World Wars IV, X, and years into the subsequent Pirate Zombie Omnocracy!
Screw you people. I figure I can wait this thing out.And it could have been worse frankly. I mean they could have been zombie pirate robots. Or maybe even zombie pirate astronauts! Trust me, zombie pirate astronauts are the worst: one day you’re an Average Joe stockbroker, ‘an the next, FOOM, you’re enslaved in a labor camp on Alpha Centauri makin’ tiny little fitted spacesuits for evil pirate zombie parrots.
Let me tell you, o loyal reader: makin’ evil pirate zombie parrot space booties ain’t no picnic.
-They got these teeny little buckles and a double inseam.
Friday
"Dropping" Out
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Yesterday, after logging into Entrecard for the first time in a few days, I received the following mind-blowing message:
-Boy did you guys manage to hit the wrong guy on the wrong day and in the wrong mood.
I use an increasingly rarified two-column template, so people can start reading immediately while the page loads below: if you look -minus a placard and my Playlist- Entrecard is the fourth from the top link out already. By virtue of this policy, Entrecard is essentially demanding to be my first link.
Now lemme explain first how Predator Press advertising works: you bring me traffic, copious amounts of amusement, or cash. Period. An frankly, according to Google Analytics, Entrecard currently sits poised to sink below AllTop -and I would be jazzed to move Guy Kawasaki's creation into Entrecard's slot.
Know why?
-Cuz he did this crazy weird thing I call earning Entrecard's slot.
Furthermore, Entrecard demanding to become my Number One link -even before this "Paid Advertiser" debacle- is statistically laughable; Entrecard has never warranted Number One status in any way, shape or form ever. As a matter of fact -now that I look- I'm thinking the Number Four spot Entrecard currently holds is far too generous!
In response to Entrecard's threat, I was tempted to rectify this "ranking error" (aka "Deep Six" this *ahem* service as appropriate) -but alas, unawares of ever-changing, eh, "standards"- I have already approved numerous Entrecard ads! (See for some, changing up the rules midstream when you have an existing agreement might be considered slightly, well, the word "Immoral" comes to mind.)(See also: "Dishonest")
(-These buzzwords are loosely affiliated with something called "Integrity." Somebody at Entrecard should look that definition up first.)
Hopefully Entrecard will pull it’s head out of it’s keyster before it’s too late ... but just in case I no longer accept ads. I will, however, honor any ads already in cue.
If Entrecard decides to delete my account beforehand, please –by all means- raise hell for the refund you are entitled to.
I'll help.
-It'll be fun.
Wednesday
The Number You Have Dialed HAS A LIFE
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Teenagers spend a lot of time on the phone.
They are very busy and important people.
Busy, busy, busy.
Important, important, important.
And I'm okay with that.
Seriously.
But they call a lot.
Look. Nobody has called me circa 1996, and I kinda like it that way.
-Now the same person will call five times in a row. And not just leave a message and move on, but just call and call and call.
And call.
First Call: If you call once and choose not to leave a message, I get that. You wanted to talk to the person live. Nothing particularly important.
Second Call: The second call presupposes something like a) you changed your mind about leaving the afore mentioned message, or b) I was in the shower: while toweling suds out of my eyes, perhaps I made a heroic effort for the phone -but the instant I got there the call switched to voicemail. I haven't called back because the dripping water probably shorted out both the voicemail and the Caller ID.
Third Call: The third call always makes me wonder what exactly our teenagers are telling people about the size of our place: Okay. Maybe I'm in the pool. While drying off the phone starts ringing again and -gasping- I realize I've locked myself out of the house and the the phone, half-forgotten, lies on the kitchen table. As a bonus, Freddy Krueger audibly starts to churn through the outer perimeters of my hedge maze.
I don't know about you, but the third unanswered call suggests to me that this isn't the best time.
Fourth Call: A fourth call leaves me totally bewildered.
Okay this scenario suggests that I'm maybe at 7-11. And as I pour my Slurpee, a crashing meteor wipes out all mankind and accidentally creates flesh eating zombies: it's only then I realize I've locked myself out of the church, and off in the distance I can hear Freddy Krueger in my hedgemaze with a pack of cheetahs -directly in the path of my house where the phone lie half-forgotten on the kitchen table. All civilization as we know it has come to an abrupt and bitter end, and one lone human being -one with me on speedial- is crying out for help as the frail atmosphere is being sucked violently from Earth by a black hole.
Frankly, I still wouldn't answer: I would obviously have my own problems to deal with.
And Humanity's last Slurpee.
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Teenagers spend a lot of time on the phone.They are very busy and important people.
Busy, busy, busy.
Important, important, important.
And I'm okay with that.
Seriously.
But they call a lot.
Look. Nobody has called me circa 1996, and I kinda like it that way.
-Now the same person will call five times in a row. And not just leave a message and move on, but just call and call and call.
And call.
First Call: If you call once and choose not to leave a message, I get that. You wanted to talk to the person live. Nothing particularly important.Second Call: The second call presupposes something like a) you changed your mind about leaving the afore mentioned message, or b) I was in the shower: while toweling suds out of my eyes, perhaps I made a heroic effort for the phone -but the instant I got there the call switched to voicemail. I haven't called back because the dripping water probably shorted out both the voicemail and the Caller ID.
Third Call: The third call always makes me wonder what exactly our teenagers are telling people about the size of our place: Okay. Maybe I'm in the pool. While drying off the phone starts ringing again and -gasping- I realize I've locked myself out of the house and the the phone, half-forgotten, lies on the kitchen table. As a bonus, Freddy Krueger audibly starts to churn through the outer perimeters of my hedge maze.
I don't know about you, but the third unanswered call suggests to me that this isn't the best time.
Fourth Call: A fourth call leaves me totally bewildered.
Okay this scenario suggests that I'm maybe at 7-11. And as I pour my Slurpee, a crashing meteor wipes out all mankind and accidentally creates flesh eating zombies: it's only then I realize I've locked myself out of the church, and off in the distance I can hear Freddy Krueger in my hedgemaze with a pack of cheetahs -directly in the path of my house where the phone lie half-forgotten on the kitchen table. All civilization as we know it has come to an abrupt and bitter end, and one lone human being -one with me on speedial- is crying out for help as the frail atmosphere is being sucked violently from Earth by a black hole.Frankly, I still wouldn't answer: I would obviously have my own problems to deal with.
And Humanity's last Slurpee.
Tuesday
What’s That? Wednesday
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Every once in a while, if I really like your blog, I’ll pay it the ultimate compliment and rip it off completely.
-Such is the case with this, the very first official Predator Press What’s That? Wednesday, surgically removed from The Junk Drawer.
This was fraught with unseen peril. First of all, I try to do a post a day. My next open spot is Tuesday. Further complicating things, it’s actually a Sunday. Can you actually have the very first official Predator Press What’s That? Wednesday on a Tuesday that is actually a Sunday?
Worse, my wife Terri guessed immediately what "That" was, and now I have to sleep in the car.
She likes the Predator Press coffee cup though.
Monday
After Single-Handedly Defeating the GOP, What Should I Do Next?
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"But LOBO," I can hear some of you saying. "That was clearly the hardest-fought four day span of your entire career. You must be exhausted!"
It's true. I'm pooped. Those Republicans were pretty tenacious.
-But Predator Press doesn't offer idle time off: I can't leave you millions and millions of readers devoid of my mighty righteousness!
I dunno. I’m thinking about tackling cancer next.
-Or maybe tofu.
Blech.
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"But LOBO," I can hear some of you saying. "That was clearly the hardest-fought four day span of your entire career. You must be exhausted!"It's true. I'm pooped. Those Republicans were pretty tenacious.
-But Predator Press doesn't offer idle time off: I can't leave you millions and millions of readers devoid of my mighty righteousness!
I dunno. I’m thinking about tackling cancer next.
-Or maybe tofu.
Blech.
Sunday
Conflict Revolution
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“The whole Republican Party?” I ask the guy.
”Yes,” says the disembodied voice on the speakerphone. ”Every last one of us signed it.”
“An apology?”
”For offending your sensibilities.”
“What about just plain bein’ assholes?”
”That too.”
“I don’t know,” I says. “I mean you got me pretty upset, and I don’t think accepting surrender from your entire political party is enough. I think I deserve some cash compensation as well.””Eh,” says the guy. ”Wouldn’t that constitute a bribe?”
“A bribe,” I explain, “would presuppose forgiving you guys as a condition of receiving money. I’ve already decided to forgive you guys as long as you use your powers for good instead of evil from here on out."
"So this is ...?"
"Cash as an incentive to make that fact public. This is more like blackmail.”
”I ... see.”
“And I want a statue,” I continue. “Nine feet tall. One of me wrestling a cheetah or something.””A cheetah.”
"Yeah. And make me in a loincloth so my Craig Blair isn't floppin' all over the place."
"Uh-"
“In Tiananmen Square.”
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