a bit of irony

I've never been a very good pimp. I mean that...haven't you heard that it's tough out there being a pimp?

(chortle)

Yeah, when it comes to doing publicity, I suck. With E.J. in Venice and the existing low-level apathy of the local media to anything resembling words written on a piece of paper, getting ink and microphone time here has always been a pain. You can send twenty press releases, but the odds of actually getting picked up for any given event are long. Longer than a national title for the Mountaineers in football this year, at this time.

I used to get bent out of shape over it. In California, no problem. Hell, in Mississippi, where I was really just passing through, they put me on TV and the local schools all had me in at one point or another. But here, for some bizarre reason, nothing. Clunk. Thunk.

It's not like I asked the prettiest girl in school to the prom and she turned me down (actually the prettiest girl in my high school senior class didn't go to the prom...everyone figured she already had a boyfriend and a date, so no one asked). It's more like I asked the girl next door I knew in high school is she wants to ride along to the 25th reunion (which, my class, the legendary slackers that they are, didn't even have) and she didn't answer, just stared off in the distance and started talking about something irrelevant to her life, your life and the school you went to.

I picked up this morning's local paper, which includes their weekly entertainment section, and just about every article in that section is a reprint of a wire story. Sorry, Britney's panties (or lack thereof) lost relevance to me a long time ago. Hold it, they never were relevant or of interest to me.

What will the turnout tonight be? I don;t care that much...I have half the planet telling me to bail on this state and go where I'm treated as an adopted child, I get the name and the inheritance and know I'm wanted. I think they are, in part, like those warning Robin William's character in "What Dreams May Come" not to linger too long in Hell, that he may end up trapped there. Maybe if enough people put up with the apathy...it does seem silly that so much of our local media isn't local, but syndicated, wired and piped in from outside sources, as if we didn't really think there was much to offer here.

Oops, gotta go..Lex & Terry are on and I rarely miss them. (Irony)

Game on. Thanks Jaz. I like the collar.