Okay seriously! Is rain during an interview going to repeatedly flummox me? Apparently I’m powerless not to abandon whatever question I’m in the middle of asking to instead talk about the rain. And it’s not like I just started interviewing people. Clearly what’s going on is that rain was just invented. This is probably what it was like when TV was first invented. People would be sitting in their caves chewing leaves and using every part of a boar and then the minute someone in a neighboring cave turned on the TV it was goodbye discussions of homemade boar jerky and hello Newhart.
Anyway, this is Tony Camin.
I’m on CNET’s The 404 tomorrow.
And don’t forget there’s this site too! Thedailyalison.com. Go there if you’re sick of all these damn words.
I guess if you're rich enough to live in NYC, you can afford to be cavalier with your boar scraps. You're funny.
I guess if you’re rich enough to live in NYC, you can afford to be cavalier with your boar scraps. You’re funny.
The super-sized ding-dong your about to eat looks really good…..mmmmmm….super-sized ding dong.
I'm sorry I won't be able to leave a long comment today because I'm on my way to Argentina to visit my mistress. I love her tan lines! Or wait…. maybe I'm going hiking?
Hoo boy – the S.C. guv got caught hip deep in a big pot of love stew.
I like this email the best: “…please sleep soundly knowing that despite the best efforts of my head my heart cries out for you, your voice, your body, the touch of your lips, the touch of your finger tips and an even deeper connection to your soul.”
Something tells me the “deeper connection” he's thinking about doesn't have anything to do with her soul.
Hey Alison, I liked the story you told about Phil Spector on the Strategy Room yesterday. He may be talented but he's also pretty dang strange. I think a jail cell is the best place for him.
The super-sized ding-dong your about to eat looks really good…..mmmmmm….super-sized ding dong.
I’m sorry I won’t be able to leave a long comment today because I’m on my way to Argentina to visit my mistress. I love her tan lines! Or wait…. maybe I’m going hiking?
Hoo boy – the S.C. guv got caught hip deep in a big pot of love stew.
I like this email the best: “…please sleep soundly knowing that despite the best efforts of my head my heart cries out for you, your voice, your body, the touch of your lips, the touch of your finger tips and an even deeper connection to your soul.”
Something tells me the “deeper connection” he’s thinking about doesn’t have anything to do with her soul.
Hey Alison, I liked the story you told about Phil Spector on the Strategy Room yesterday. He may be talented but he’s also pretty dang strange. I think a jail cell is the best place for him.
I'm sorry I won't be able to leave a long comment today because I'm on my way to Argentina to visit my mistress. I love her tan lines! Or wait…. maybe I'm going hiking?
Hoo boy – the S.C. guv got caught hip deep in a big pot of love stew.
I like this email the best: “…please sleep soundly knowing that despite the best efforts of my head my heart cries out for you, your voice, your body, the touch of your lips, the touch of your finger tips and an even deeper connection to your soul.”
Something tells me the “deeper connection” he's thinking about doesn't have anything to do with her soul.
Hey Alison, I liked the story you told about Phil Spector on the Strategy Room yesterday. He may be talented but he's also pretty dang strange. I think a jail cell is the best place for him.