I've never been a big fan of the guy that is in the park playing his guitar. And I'm also not a fan of the guy that is sitting on a park bench playing a flute.

Usually this guy chooses to do this while there is some kind of carnival going on or some event which makes the park filled with more people than it usually has.

This reminds me of those Real Men of Genius radio ads that Bud Light does.

"Bud Light Salutes you, guy on a park bench playing the flute. Other people go to the park to walk, relax, or for a picnic. But you, you go to the park to sit on a bench within earshot of everyone so we can hear your rendition of Aqualung.

'Whoa, he's playing a flute!'

Off key, sour notes, you don't care... you're playing a woodwind instrument... in the woods.

So pop open a Bud Light you pied piper of public parks, 'cause when you play a flute, you can still be a man."

Kurt

Blogger

Someone described me as a "blogger" yesterday. Actually, as someone with "a lot of blogs," and proceeded to do the math as proof that I am, shall we say, someone with a lot of blogs. That if the average American had .5 blogs - a number that's likely very inflated - and I contribute to, say, three. Then yes, I have a lot of blogs. If that's the math you want to do, that's fine.

I do a different sort of math. The kind that counts actual readers. And, Reader, (and I use that term facetiously,) let's face facts.

Where there are three blogs in total, and "blog" equals "cry for attention" and "three" is the "number of total readers," how pathetic is said blogger?

I should blog about that.

Jenny

What are you, from England?

When I talk about my Mother's sister, or one of my Mother's sister-in-law's, I call them my aunt. And I pronounce it like the insect, ant.

I don't say 'Awnt.'

I say ant not awnt.

Kurtcrest OUT!