I know I promised not to mention anything about our affiliate links more than once a month, but this is more in the nature of apprising you about a policy change. From now on, after every third or fourth post the links will just be added at the end of the post, as in the post below this one.
The reason is that something like 6k readers, give or take, read us through full feeds on feed readers, so they don't see the ads or links here on the actual website. It's been suggested that I should add advertisements to the feeds, and a smart guy could do that. But I'm just a writer, and I have finished trying. Done. Given up. Please don't write offering to help; I don't intend to spend even one more minute thinking about it. I can't get it done, and that's that. I accept my incompetence and fate.
I can't get the new eMusic Download Manager to work properly either, and sometimes it's a very good thing I don't keep firearms in the house. While I am at it, I hate the new Firefox. It's clear that for v.3 they hired all the unemployed Vista engineers that Microsoft fired.
Anyway, if the links at the end of posts annoy you, please ignore 'em. I can only do what I can only do.
P.S. If you were watching football last night, aren't we smart up here in Wisconsin? Did we make the brainy move, or what? Unloaded that Brett Favre guy in the nick of time. That old guy can't do anything any more, and the new guy is capable of putting 29 points up on the scoreboard on any given Monday. How great is that.
Our coach and general manager are looking like geniuses to us right about now, that's for sure. Maybe they should both be called "Jerry."*
*After "the Jerrys," if you don't get the reference, Reinsdorf and Krause, the blithering pea-brained idiots who dismantled the Jackson/Jordan Bulls. The Jerrys didn't have one whole brain between them.**
**I hope neither of them are readers.
P.S. Despite my crabby comments above—forgive me—I have to admit that even before he retired, I was getting pretty sick of Favre's annual "Show me you love me" shenanigans. Every year it was the same damn thing—was he going to retire? Wasn't he? Would he please come back for one more year pretty pretty please? The wringing of hands and gnashing of teeth when there was a chance he'd retire and then the hosannas and ringing of church bells when he'd magnanimously decide to return. We had gone through at least five years of it up here. So then he finally retires and of course the Packers have to put in place alternative plans. Then he decides to UN-retire at the last minute and he expects the Packers to un-make all their new plans. I don't blame the Packers for the situation, I blame Brett. After all, nobody forced him to retire. If he'd decided he wanted to come back to the Packers, the door would have been open for sure. It was his decision. All the Packers did was abide by it. Watching us make the Saints look like the Giants does tend to make a guy a bit sore, but I wish Mr. Favre well in New York and, being magnanimous myself, I won't even predict he'll throw four interceptions when the Jets play in the Championship game. Now I'd better shut up or my house will get pelted with green and yellow eggs.