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He Took A Big Bite Out Of Everything. Especially Life.
I didn’t come to appreciate the brilliance of Ozzy Osbourne earlier in life as so many who are mourning the BLACK SABBATH fronter’s death yesterday at age 76 did. If you picked up anything from my musing about Billy Joel over the weekend, I wasn’t exactly the kind of music lover that would find
Will The NFL Network Get Cut Before Camp Ends?
NOTE: This musing also appears today on our sister site TheDoubleOvertime. Please visit it regularly for coverage of sports of all sorts plus occasional essays on technology and business. One of the biggest downsides of my recent escalating issues with insomnia and stomach pain has been I’ve had to refamilairize myself with the DIRECTV package
Fee Fi FOFO
I get both amazed and agitated when I notice what seems to stick beyond the usual lifecycle of a few hours in this world of instant gratification and entitled ADD sufferers who have made sober-curiosity and mushroom/cannabis elixirs at $10 a can ubiquitous enough for even someone as seasoned as moi to be aware that
He’s Still Rock And Roll To Me
For me, the summer of ’75 was my summer of ’42. No, I didn’t have a hot mom taking my technical virginity, but I did make some friends outside my usual circle of nerds for the first time when I earned the princely sum of $25 (plus tips) working as a counselor at the day
Time For Elmo (And His Bosses) To Put On Their Big Boy Pants.
Look, I’m not a wholly unsympathetic person. I get this has been a rough week for Elmo, let alone some his friends in whatever alternative universe of the mind you choose to place him in. When the theme would ask “Can you tell me how to get to Sesame Street?”, my kneejerk reaction was typically
It’s Too Late, Baby
I was all set to merely muse on the somewhat surprising news that came out of the FOX Sports camp early yesterday that confirmed, as oft seems to be the case, that I was only partially right–which given the choice they have landed upon also seems to be the direction they are pursuing. But thanks
WE Can’t Handle The Truth. About Ourselves, Either.
I’m thankfully not as invested as it sure appears an awful lot of otherwise respectable people seem to be in the apparent deep, dark secrets surrounding the life and death of Jeffrey Epstein, and in particular what notable people may or may not have been his friends, even if that may have been in the
Some Win Quant, Some Win Qual. And Then, There’s Netflix.
It’s both a blessing and a curse that I’ve been skilled and experienced in both the quantitative and qualitative aspects of research and data analysis over my years. And it’s days like yesterday where those worlds converge that I’m able to share–albeit vicariously–the joys of those who have something spinworthy to share as well as
FS1 Is At A Crossroads. Maybe It’s Time To Take A Right?
NOTE: This musing also appears today on our sister site TheDoubleOvertime.com. Please visit it regularly for coverage of sports of all sorts plus occasional essays on technology. Media and sports are actually extremely simple businesses to explain. Whomever gets big numbers–be they ratings or victories–gets to keep their job. Whomever doesn’t is out. Period. Dot.