I just got back from my daily jaunt through the downtown. The Percy Brownís parking lot was near full and had vehicles lined up waiting to pull in with their turn signals flashing. The central garage was filled to capacity, coned off and at the South Main entrance stood some guy telling people where to find alternative parking areas. The ground lot across the street from the YMCA was humming, and hordes of people waited patiently to cross South Main while in route to Wilkes-Barre Movies 14. And a throng of people were milling about on the sidewalks in front of the movie complex.
Now, I realize the moviegoers are only coughing up a buck a ticket, but they are flocking to downtown Wilkes-Barre to see second-run movies. I havenít seen this much foot traffic in the downtown since, say, Franklinís Family Restaurants circa 1985. Needless to say, I am frickiní jazzed. And, no, I am not going to take in a $1 movie. Iím waiting until Friday afternoon when I can plunk down $7.50 each for wifey and myself, whatever it may cost me for the grand rodents, see a new movie and support my downtown merchants. Movies, lunch, substandard cheese crackers and a Sunkist soda on Public Square. Sounds like a plan.
So, The Times Leader has a new owner and lives on. Thatís really good news for this area. The Citizensí Voice has agenda written all over it. Namely, whatever the agenda of local, state and national Democrats, thatís the Voiceí agenda. Itís lame, itís gotten stale and it is completely predictable. Or, you could say it sucks.
If I remember correctly, Times-Shamrock bought the Citizensí Voice for, like, $700 or somewhere thereabouts. Okay, it wasnít that cheap, but as newspapers go, it was about as expensive to acquire as a tiny bottle of ink and a used quill. It was a close-out, bargain basement price. They way I figured it, the asking price for the Times Leader had to be significantly higher than the Citizensí Voice was a few years back. Therefore, it would be too much debt for the Shamrock empire to take on only to close a newspaper. At least, thatís what I was hoping.
Anyway, Iím pleased to learn that the Times Leader will continue on and offer an alternative to the Commissionersí Voice.
Which leads me to Casey Jones, a columnist employed by said Times Leader. I have received numerous messages from folks wondering 1.) if I saw his piece about bloggers, and 2.) if I was going to comment on it. I was not going to, but why not?
In case you havenít noticed, I rarely, if ever comment on any of his columns simply because I rarely, if ever get past the first or second paragraph of anything he penned. If it ever dawns on me that Iím looking forward to his work, Iíll e-mail Dr. Kevorkian and ask him for some tips on how best to off myself in a less than grotesque manner.
I really donĎt care what Casey Jones thinks about bloggers. Based solely on the easily forgotten content he has had published to date, itís fairly easy to understand why he might set about busting on bloggers. In his industry, he can only look up at his peers, so itís fun, almost reaffirming for him to have us to look down upon. Although, in the real world, he is forced to look up at the lot of us lowly bloggers. This guy makes Mini Me look tall by direct comparison.
Look here, Mighty Casey. Donít go taking it out on me just because you need a step-ladder to retrieve your bottle of Flintstone vitamins from the top of the refrigerator. Yes, I can see over the top of the refrigerator. Yes, I can snag the mail without standing on the porch glider. And, yes, I can not only get my hand over a basketball rim, I can even see it without using expensive binoculars.
It must have been a slow news week if the best he could do was hack the nuts of those who blog. He claimed in not so many words that we donít do our homework. Really? Well dig this. I do not own pajamas, let along blog in them. I do not drink coffee. And I donít even know what a fu>king Klondike Bar is, so, so much for Casey Jones doing his homework--knowing what the fu>k heís inanely going on and on about. Thing is, Iíd rather be a colorful, yet lowly blogger than a boring troll-like creature.
Casey is to award-winning journalism what most drooling toddlers are to spelling.
Explore my shorts.
Based on what IĎm seeing in our downtown of late, 750 additional parking spaces will be much-needed in no time. Did I mention that Iím jazzed?
I warned Ďem. How many freaking times did I warn Ďem?
First, we had this story and the lefties poo-pooed it. No! No! Those donít count. Theyíre technically not Weapons of Mass Destruction. Not the bad kind. Not the new kind. Not the..Oh, eff you and Bush, too!!!
Question: Is phosgene gas not a weapon that could cause mass destruction?
Mustard gas doesnít count?
Now the bed wetters have to pool their talents and explain (spin) this one away.
Itís interesting how a shell filled with jellified mustard gas could be depicted as dangerous by one group, and totally unimportant, almost innocuous by the very next group. One group is being far less than honest. One group denies reality. One group has gone damn near nutzoid. One group should not be trusted with our national security.
Fishing in Afghanistan. Or, was it Noxen? Oh, fiddlesticks! I cannot remember.