Yeah, I’m giving up here. Surely you knew that was coming. I got a history after all…..
What I am doing is trying a whole new approach at the Medium website and I am doing so with the cartoon below, one I consider a classic from the days when Rob Davis and I skewered The Worst President Ever for eight straight years.
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It’s been fun. Most of the time.
“You know, in a conversation in a bar over a drink, I can dredge up an opinion. I can even dredge up a belief. But I don’t have much conviction in these matters.”
A few of the readers of my beer-focused blog have found their way over here and more are likely to because http://www.jackcurtin.com is, and has been for a while, inaccessible. We are working on it and might even do a redirect so that anyone trying to reach that URL will be directed to this site automatically until the issue is resolved or, who knows, forever and a day. I am having little or no help from WordPress folks and threads I have found in so-called “support” forums, some of them six years old, are shut down with a “this problem has not been resolved” note. I should stress that, since my site is self-hosted, those forums are not officially part of WordPress but rather run by people who use WordPress software to run their sites so I guess it’s not entirely fair to cast all the blame at the company. After a week of this crap, however, I am generally not pleased with anybody. Thank your time and attention.
Over at Liquid Diet, my blog about the craft beer world,. I made note this morning about a Budweiser advertisement from last night’s Super Bowl (a game that will live in infamy for the Worst Decision Ever made by a coach on the verge of winning his second straight title game) which has the craft beer folks in a tizzy of sorts.
Seems only fair that I should then note here that the best advert of the evening according to all the ratings was another Budweiser effort:
From The New Yorker daily email…
The Worst, but Also the Best
For years, I’ve held firm to the objectively correct argument that puppy commercials are dreck, the lowest of an already low art form. Then I got a dog. And, now, the sight of a smushy, precious, tiny lil’ thing—mud-covered and cold, being led to safety by a team of horses into the waiting arms of a capable, denim-clad farmer with a heart of melted gold … well, let’s just say, advantage Anheuser-Busch. Not only did the “Homeward Bound” redux give me a sharp pang in the chest, as well as a dust-prick in the eye, it also almost made sense. There’s a sucker born every minute, and this Bud’s for you. This must be what it’s like to have kids.
Light a match so I can find you. Really.
If anyone is still paying attention here (that puts you ahead of me, sad to say), I took advantage of a new format/style/whatever (albeit one not far removed from the old one) in the hopes it might inspire me to be more action or just commit internet harikari one more once (someday I will list all the blogs I created and later abandoned or changed).
Or maybe I won’t. Anyway, tomorrow is another day. As is the day after. And the one after that.
I am sensing a pattern here and perhaps that does not bode well.