Ironically, some of the best television commercials are
for ESPN, and only air on ESPN. Now, I
do not know if these ads really are meant to add all the more to the viewing
experience, but it works for me.
The SOLE purpose of this weekly series is
to help call attention to sites that I think many would find most
interesting—in one way or another. Just
to be clear, inclusion in this series is not necessarily meant as a
recommendation, and I have included sites that are rather disturbing to
me. The link below each image is to the
site itself, and each image is linked to the particular post from which it was
taken when applicable. Please, go see
for yourself. Oh, and as of August 10,
2012, I will be no longer including sites that have auto-play and word
verification engaged.
This weekly series
will include as many of my all-time favorite tunes as I can get my grubby
little hands on (so to speak). Now, each
one included in each edition will have some connection with the other—albeit
only as a figment of my imagination, but they will not be numbered. For I just cannot bring myself to rate some
higher than others. So, this will not be
a countdown, but if you are enjoying them as much as I do, it won’t
matter. Besides, with no countdown, this
could go on forever and ever! Oh, and
despite the fact that there is absolutely no way that your musical tastes can
be as exquisite as mine, I welcome any suggestions that you might dare to
make. I am, after all, quite magnanimous
by nature.
Since I have not been given much of a life, I watch an
awful lot of television, which includes an awful lot of commercials. Now, a “GOOD” ad is one that holds my
attention and makes me want to at least learn more about the product or service
it is for. A “BAD” ad is one that
quickly becomes nothing more than background noise when it cannot be skipped
over. “UGLY” ads are much worse. For not only do they make we want to never
see them again, they make me want to never have anything to do with the company
that paid for them to be produced. Of
course, you may feel differently, but I sure wouldn’t say much about it around
anyone with a lick of sense. For I am,
after all, an expert on such things—albeit only in my own mind!
Not every song that
will be featured here will be what is generally considered as being “Christian”
in the eyes of this world. For some will
be anguished cries from the pit of despair while others will be quite obviously
fervent rants of rebellion. Nonetheless,
be assured that they will all be of our Heavenly Father (in one way or another)
and I hope that you have been given ears to hear the message.
“Come Monday…” is a
weekly series that will involve a review of, or commentary about, websites, movies, documentaries, television
shows, sports, music, and whatever else may tickle my fancy at the time. Be assured that these reviews will be generally
positive, as in accordance to the Jimmy Buffett song “Come Monday.” This is subject to change, however. In fact, I would be most derelict in my
duties to neglect going on a rant every once in a while. For rants promote change, and change can be
good—right? Therefore, since good is
generally considered as being a positive force in 99.3% of the parallel
universes that I am aware of, even a rant could be considered as being
something positive, and a genuine hissy-fit would be even better (so I’m told).
Well,
well, well, did I ever get nailed right between the eyes while I was in the
midst of holding a rather wild pity party for myself. Okay, it was for Arlynda, as well. Happy now?
Anyway,
the main theme of the party was that one of the main things that I have been
asking for help with, which would not cost more than a little time and effort,
is a published review of sorts on their own site of [The Crackerhead Chronicles], which could
help boost sales of the [Kindled] version of the book—even if the author of the
piece considered the abbreviated account of my life so far to be one of the
worst pieces of literature ever published.
Hey, just a short commentary would have thrilled me to death, but most of
my online friends are evidently too poor to do even that.
Oh
yeah, I was having a really good time feeling quite sorry for myself us when our
Heavenly Father gently asked, “Are you not guilty of doing the same thing to
Louise?” You see, she had asked me to
help with her current [Relay For Life] efforts, and my reply back was that we
could not help this time because of being in such desperate need of help ourselves.
So,
here I sit with a big helping of crow to finish off. WASTE NOT, WANT NOT, or something like
that. Oh, and if you can donate to [Louise’s cause] in some way, please do. Some
visits to her [Lucky Lady] site would be rather nice, too.
The purpose of this site has changed somewhat. For it was originally meant to help clear-up much of the confusion that now exists concerning our Heavenly Father and the righteousness of all of His most awesome ways, especially in regards to the very close and personal relationship that we can have with Him in this day and age. It still is, but in a much more subtle way. Now, if any of this has you curious, please visit FishHawk Droppings, which is where all of the books that I have been given to publish by our Heavenly Father (so far) have been placed in the order that they are meant to be read.