Some days have a decent soundtrack. Other days? It just doesn’t make any sense. Not that I let logic interfere with thinking.
“The Mavericks lost but it was fun!!!”
That comment cycled in the other morning, and it got me thinking about a former editor’s book because he uses the Dallas Mavericks as a shining example of creating a “customer experience,” as born out by that commet.
Sadly, I’m just a writer, and as such, I have no clue how to turn horoscopes into a “customer experience.” Fans don’t sit on the sidelines and cheer. Not that I’m aware of. I’m not going to break any new ground with multimedia programming. About the most interesting event lately was to put old school punk on a compilation CD with some hard core country. Yee-haw.
I did take a couple of phone calls, phone readings, as it were, and in each case, it was simple, “I always feel better after I talk to you.”
I poked around on the web and looked at a few J-con entries. This one chapped my rosy red backside: “Kramer (blah-blah-blah-dee-blah) irreprehensible (blah-dee-blah).”
Me? Irreprehensible?
Thermometer at the bank said, “105 at 12:55.” It’s Scorpio today, and here it is, up over hunnert.
Must be a rooftop gauge, though, didn’t feel like a hunnert to me. Almost, not quite, but almost warm enough to swim. Thought about it, but I was just a little too harried and busy, although, to that one person who honked, I must not have looked too busy.
And I still can’t shake the DK song, you can click and listen to the lyric on Amazon.
“California: über alles.”
Which, I might add, is not irony. Mid-80’s punk?
Irony (according to A handbook to literature, 6th edition, Holman, et al.): “A broad term referring to the recognition of a reality different from appearance.” (page 254)
“The Terminator” is governor. That’s not ironic. Might as well have Kinky Friedman run for the Govenor of Texas, huh?
