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Keep it Relevant

I feel like this hot blog used to be of some critical relevance. The evidence all points to the fact that this is no longer the case, and the cynics are calling for my head.

“He hasn’t had a good post since the Rud interview and we all know that had nothing to do with him.”

“If there weren’t a link to RedHotHalos on this page, I would have no reason to visit at all.”

Readers are hungry for more.

“Honey, have you seen that box of Kashi Heart to Heart?”

The gypsies are looking into their crystal balls and they’re telling the same story. Babies are crying ceaselessly, and the ashes of some relative of mine are stirring up in a directionless Ganges current (I think this is the equivalent of rolling around in ones grave).

So, I have been fiddling around with some ideas of how to make this a better blog. Below is something that we in the industry call a brainstorm. When you brainstorm, your ideas don’t have to be any good. Preferably, they are whatever thoughts happen to pop into your head.

Add more links to RedHotHalos.
Add pornography.
More coverage on the Pittsburgh Pirates.
Talk about where I get my haircut.

Ok, that was a pretty good exercise.

However, as the dogma is written, when all else fails, just talk about the new pair of shoes you bought.

One thing I really like about California is the style. On a recent trip to San Francisco, my better senses led me into a shoe store right down the street from the world famous Amoeba records. It was the attitude of “Villains” that sold the shoe. I thought to myself, ‘If I owned that pair of red/blue plaid Velcro Vans, I could transform into someone completely different’. I could be chill and progressive. I would be hip without even trying. A gracious nod from the saleswoman was all I needed to wrap up those left coast soles, and now I’m ready to unleash them on the young and anticipating Twin Cities scene. Plus, they look like they are fuckin’ Burberry. Limited edition, too. That’s hott.