About Yesterday…

Newscoma has an interesting post this morning about the three big stories yesterday–the economy, Thompson exiting the Presidential race, and Heath Ledger’s death–and how they were covered by the media.

In rooting around the Internet yesterday, as I was a blogging fool for about five different websites, the most response I saw about all of the three stories was about the death of the young actor.

I have to agree that just about anything trumps Fred Thompson’s exit.  Unless you are a Tennessean, you probably didn’t even notice he was running, but I did go so far as to give it a tweet.

The economy?  I think that’s a huge story that warrants daily discussion and debate.  But it seems like unless the stock market goes up or down 5% in one day, or is at least projected to do so, no one seems to care.

And for the news industry, the other stories take the bottom fold because people want to know about the world of celebrity and watch from a safe distance. 

But why?  Why is it that the death of an actor is able to top just about any other story with such ease?  Why is so easy for us to obsess with the life of celebrities and so hard for us to concern ourselves with things that affect our own lives?  Why?

I’m not casting stones here–I do it too.

I had a boss once tell me in news that there are always three big stories. 1.) Kids, 2.) personal issues with money and 3.) the unknown/death.

I think that’s probably true.  But has it always been this way?  During the American Revolution, Civil War, and The Great Depression was this true?

Ike Turner — R.I.P.

What can be said about him that hasn’t already been said by Ice Cube?

Ike TurnerWhen I was little I didn’t wanna be like Mike
I wanted to be like Ike, cause
Papa Was A Rolling Stone in the sixties
And he liked green like Bill Bixby
Told me that my best friend was a ten and a twenty
Pockets never skinny

–Down For Whatever

It’s quote Ice Cube Day!

In The Nashville Know

MCB is linking up to Jared’s post on things you should know about living in Nashville.  I’m not from Nashville proper, but from “out in the county”.  I have a few that need to be added to help the newcomer get by.  Nashville folks, please don’t take these personally…it’s all in good fun.

1.  Never, under any circumstances, pronounce the word “Demonbreun” without using three m’s.  The correct Nashville pronunciation is “Duh- muhm-bree-uhm”.

2.  Don’t freak out and ask for an autograph when you see a someone famous.  Nashville etiquette says that you ignore the celebrity.  There is a very good reason for this.   You need to be able to brag to your friends later that you saw a celebrity and didn’t care.  Don’t make a big deal out of seeing someone famous.  Make a big deal out of the fact that you didn’t make a big deal of it.

3.  It’s not a “garden hose”.  It’s a “hosepipe”–having the properties of both a hose and a pipe.

4.  When you see a funeral procession, pull over.  Don’t just slow down.  Stop.  Yes, this stands true for most of the South, but Nashville is a gateway city–the first stop for many transplants to the South.

5.  The 24/7 Horn Honking Festival that takes place at the Capital every few years is not actually sanctioned by the Chamber of Commerce.  That’s just a few concerned citizens who feel they shouldn’t have to pay a fee for the right to earn a living in our great state.

I hope these help.  Once you’ve mastered Nashville, you can move on to a bigger challenge, like Knoxville.  On second thought, just stay put–we like our peace and quiet around here.  It makes it easier for us to here the whispers of our County Commissioners plotting and scheming in the shadows.

The Poll is Off — Evel Knievel Dead

My latest poll allowed readers to choose Evel Knievel as the biggest jerk, and now I feel really bad about it. Evel Knievel died today at the age of 69. A sad day.

Over his career, Knievel was said to have broken practically every bone in his body — some multiple times. With his red-white-and-blue jumpsuits, shock of hair and stone-faced mein, he was a fixture on ABC’s program “Wide World of Sports” in the 1970s, his stunts perennial ratings-grabbers.

Needless to say, I’m removing him as one of the choices from the poll, and I have to hand it to the my readers on their foresight–not one person had chosen him and I’m currently tied for the lead. How fitting.

My absolute favorite toy as a little kid was the Evel Knievel Stunt Cycle. I’d wind it up as fast as it would go and send Evel flying up a ramp made out of an album cover and the phone book.

Thanks for entertaining us for all those years!

Offending Every Garden Tool

 Australian Santas can’t say “ho ho ho” anymore.

Sydney’s Santa Clauses have instead been instructed to say “ha ha ha” instead, the Daily Telegraph reported.

This is more than a free speech issue.  It’s borderline thought police.  It someone may think that the word “ho” means “whore”, it can’t be said.  It reminds me of a few years ago when David Howard used the word “niggardly” and subsequently caused an uproar because some fool(s) didn’t know what it actually meant.

Luckily, we’re safe here in the USA.  Christmas may only come once a year, but we celebrate ho’s year-round.

HO

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Via Michael Silence

A Reg’lar Ol’ Nashvillian

GingerSnaps has a pretty interesting post over at MCB about the way famous people are treated in Nashville–basically just like everybody else. I grew up there, and I have to say it’s pretty true. Most people in Nashville just don’t care that much about seeing someone famous. It happens often enough that you become a little desensitized.

I think the only time I ever even acknowledged a famous person was the time I was waiting tables and Grandpa Jones came in. I’m a big Hee Haw fan, so I couldn’t resist saying, “Hey Grandpa, what’s for supper?!”

He didn’t get biscuits and gravy, just a Killian’s Red and some pizza.

The Sunny Side of O.J. Simpson

As ridiculous as it is that this robbery case is considered newsworthy by anyone, let’s look on the bright side. At least we didn’t have to suffer though the original O.J. case being covered by the blogosphere. It’s bad enough that so many ridiculous news analysis shows were launched by this case.

Seriously, would anybody care about this guy if he weren’t being crammed down their throats by “news” channels with nothing better to report? I haven’t cared about him since the last Naked Gun movie.