The Arkanssouri Blog, 3/1/2004 - 2/6/2008

This is the very last post of The Arkanssouri Blog.

Barring a resurrection after the April election, of course.

It's been a beautiful mess. Unpolished and undisciplined and bordering on insane at times, but hey, so am I.

I tried keeping it going after making it private, but in some sort of Bizarro World version of Social Anxiety Disorder, it is infinitely more difficult for me to write for five people than it is to write for thousands.

So I'm gonna start over from scratch. Well, not ENTIRELY from scratch. I'll carry over the hit counter reading from this blog onto my new one.

I will try (TRY, mind you) not to make the new effort quite so reactionary. Kneejerks are cleansing for the soul, but you wind up saying things that those conducting opposition research on you can gleefully point to to show how irrational you are.

Ladies and gentlemen, I invite you over to Third Party Animal.

Campaign Bumper Sticker.

Designed a bumpersticker for my campaign today.

Now I have to find a place online where I can 1. order just a few 2. Get it printed the right size on the sticker, instead of shrinking it and putting it in the middle of the sticker, like Cafe Press does.

Super Bowl notes.

I didn't have a dog in the fight, so I don't really care, except that I hope that idiot Shockey doesn't get a ring since he didn't play, and everyone can quit psychoanalyzing Eli Manning to determine why he kept sabotaging his own success.

And I'm glad New York City has a championship. I've been rooting for one for them since 9/11. I just thought it would be the Yankees.

Great national anthem. Maybe even as good as Whitney's.

The commercials. Let's see, there's drink Coke and you'll turn into a gay-little-Segway riding, Communist-loving weenie , people nodding off (perhaps because the game was so boring), an annoying Tide-to-Go commercial, a Planter's commercial where the ugly chick uses cashews as perfume (which only made me concerned that she might encounter someone with a cashew allergy), a vomiting baby, and a Sales Genie ad that bordered on racist (pandas with thick Chinese accents). I suppose there were a few good ones (Audi, the giant pigeons, and Electric Nipple Man) but all in all, I wasn't impressed.

And the reading of the Declaration of Independence. Magnificent. I had goosebumps.

But Tom Petty left out three of his best songs for the halftime show. Collectively, they will serve as the Song of the Day. It was good to finally have a halftime show with decent audio.

But the best part was the Terminator repeatedly kicking the Fox Football Robot's ass. Too bad it wasn't around Thanksgiving, so it could kick the Turkey Robot's ass too.