… the neighbors are listening:
I was sure I was mishearing those lyrics, and we'd all have a good laugh
when I found out what they really were. But as it turns
I never really thought of the Eagles and Steely Dan as inhabiting the same universe.
Ace Associated Press reporter Emily Fredrix reports
on the Super Bowl ads. Only problem is, notes
John Hinderaker, Emily was kind of making stuff up.
Ann Althouse has a lot of funny stuff about the Super Bowl ads, but
here she echoed something I've thought about quite
a bit too, sparked in this instance by the Who at halftime:
This is a music act from 40+ years ago. Imagine if in the first Super Bowl, in 1967, the half-time show featured musicians who peaked in 1927. No. It's not imaginable. The strange dominance of My Generation is unfathomable."How do you think he does it?" "I don't know."
A word I will try to work into the next buzzword-laden management
meeting I'm roped into attending: mistakeholders.
On a related note, scientists are verifying something I've always
believed: you really can be bored to death.