Wednesday, April 08, 2009
A short time ago, I did a piece concerning being asked to do a blog specifically for my place of business. Despite what I thought to be the obvious intelligence of my boss, he insisted I do it anyway. It is now up and running.
If you have a moment or two, please drop by and tell me what you think. As opposed to some of the stuff I put out here, it is very family-friendly. I know that's not a ringing endorsement for some of you perverts, but you can stop thinking your nasty little thoughts for five minutes, can't you?
(I'm not saying that I can, by the way, but you might be able to. I'm able to type clean, but my mind is dirty 24/7.)
The first piece is a re-working of a piece I did here some four years ago. The piece was entitled Vo-Ho when it ran here. That's short for "Vocal Whore". It's not called that at the new place. It's been spiffed up and made shiny and rendered absolutely free of stuff that could reflect badly upon anything but my writing skills.
I expect I'll be updating this new blog once every week or 10 days, always with something utterly free from filth. Despite that promise of less fun, I expect you to stop by every now and again. If it will help your standing in the community, bookmark it and pretend that the new blog is the only place you ever visit me. When someone stumbles across this one and sees something like this, you can feign complete innocence. It probably won't fool anyone, but you can give it the old college try.
Oh, yes, I suppose I should tell you where it is. It is HERE. It is called "The Talkback Button". That's what a producer presses, in the control room, so as to be able to communicate with the talent in the sound booth. If that button isn't pressed, the talent can't hear him, which means, of course, that he's making fun of the talent unmercifully until he presses that button.
I thank you in advance for going - and for NOT leaving any comments that will get me fired, please God.
For your usual ration of uncensored Suldog, see you here, soon, with more better stuff, you misanthropic reprobate.
I mean that in the nicest sense, of course.