Hello again. Happy frigging Halloween. Not real crazy about the holiday, actually. When I became old enough to stop trick or treating, the holiday lost a lot of its appeal to me, never being one given to the random acts of vandalism expected of teenage boys on the 31st of October…there are only two things that I like about Halloween; the opportunity to see old classic horror movies on TV (although these days it’s pretty much limited to AMC and Turner Classic) and the scene in "It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown" where Snoopy’s sneaking around doing his Red Baron thing with some absolutely gorgeous watercolored backgrounds behind him and some atmospheric flute music playing while he does so. I love that part. But like Norville Barnes said, "You know, it’s for the kids". So happy Halloween.
More tomorrow. Bevare! Take Care!
Thursday, October 31, 2002
Wednesday, October 30, 2002
Hi.
My name's David. David Allen Jones. You can call me Dave if you like. I've been called worse.
I don't know what has compelled me to do this. I don't know how to write html code. I'm a married, 42-year-old WASP male of Scottish (on me Ma's side) descent with two kids (18 and 20, girl and boy), a dog and a house who lives in a small rural Kentucky town, Horse Cave to be exact. A pleasant enough hick town with a surprising amount of diversions. College grad, in 2000 (yes, it took me a while to get around to college). Work in prepress graphics and graphic design for a nationwide RV and camping gear retailer. I also do freelance design and illustration on the side, when I can get the opportunity and the motivation. I work part-time at a very small AM radio station that broadcasts country, oldies, and gospel music along with local news and ballgames. I have no reason to believe that anybody would be compelled to read the stuff that I would write here. But still...
There's just something about the idea of keeping a journal like this that is strangely appealing...and truth be told, maybe somebody out there just might be interested-someone living a sad, humdrum existence that's even more humdrum and tedious than mine. Maybe. I love music-listening, collecting, playing, writing. I also read and collect comics (or sequential fiction, or graphic narratives-choose your euphemism) and love to talk about them. I've even made a few tentative attempts at doing one of my own. I love sports, especially pro football. I don't always root for the best teams, but my loyalty is deep and sincere when I do. I also love movies, watching and discussing. My hope is that I can get enough grist from my many interests to create an ongoing column that someone might find readable-and maybe even comment back!
One can also blame Elayne Riggs. I post, once in a great while, on the same message boards that she posts upon, and I noticed a link to blogspot.com in her sig line. See, Elayne? See what you've done?
OK. Why The Johnny Bacardi Show? Well, many years ago, I got a job at a small radio station in a nearby town (that radio station deserves a log entry all its own- maybe I'll do that someday). Most people, when they begin a career as an on-air radio personality, come up with an alias of some sort in order to maintain some sort of privacy. Of course, this wasn't really a problem with this station, but I considered using an alias anyway because let's face it, my name is dishwater dull. I brainstormed for a couple of days and of all the silly crap I wrote down one name jumped out: Johnny Bacardi. Sounded like some sort of Rat Pack-era lounge singer. I liked that, but I just decided to use my own name after all. I did, however, keep the JB name in mind and years later when I developed an internet presence, more often as not I would use the nom de guerre Johnny Bacardi-hence the name of this blog, the Johnny Bacardi Show. Plus, I drink my share of the pride of Puerto Rico. It just seems strangely appropriate.
That's all for today. I'll try this again tomorrow.
My name's David. David Allen Jones. You can call me Dave if you like. I've been called worse.
I don't know what has compelled me to do this. I don't know how to write html code. I'm a married, 42-year-old WASP male of Scottish (on me Ma's side) descent with two kids (18 and 20, girl and boy), a dog and a house who lives in a small rural Kentucky town, Horse Cave to be exact. A pleasant enough hick town with a surprising amount of diversions. College grad, in 2000 (yes, it took me a while to get around to college). Work in prepress graphics and graphic design for a nationwide RV and camping gear retailer. I also do freelance design and illustration on the side, when I can get the opportunity and the motivation. I work part-time at a very small AM radio station that broadcasts country, oldies, and gospel music along with local news and ballgames. I have no reason to believe that anybody would be compelled to read the stuff that I would write here. But still...
There's just something about the idea of keeping a journal like this that is strangely appealing...and truth be told, maybe somebody out there just might be interested-someone living a sad, humdrum existence that's even more humdrum and tedious than mine. Maybe. I love music-listening, collecting, playing, writing. I also read and collect comics (or sequential fiction, or graphic narratives-choose your euphemism) and love to talk about them. I've even made a few tentative attempts at doing one of my own. I love sports, especially pro football. I don't always root for the best teams, but my loyalty is deep and sincere when I do. I also love movies, watching and discussing. My hope is that I can get enough grist from my many interests to create an ongoing column that someone might find readable-and maybe even comment back!
One can also blame Elayne Riggs. I post, once in a great while, on the same message boards that she posts upon, and I noticed a link to blogspot.com in her sig line. See, Elayne? See what you've done?
OK. Why The Johnny Bacardi Show? Well, many years ago, I got a job at a small radio station in a nearby town (that radio station deserves a log entry all its own- maybe I'll do that someday). Most people, when they begin a career as an on-air radio personality, come up with an alias of some sort in order to maintain some sort of privacy. Of course, this wasn't really a problem with this station, but I considered using an alias anyway because let's face it, my name is dishwater dull. I brainstormed for a couple of days and of all the silly crap I wrote down one name jumped out: Johnny Bacardi. Sounded like some sort of Rat Pack-era lounge singer. I liked that, but I just decided to use my own name after all. I did, however, keep the JB name in mind and years later when I developed an internet presence, more often as not I would use the nom de guerre Johnny Bacardi-hence the name of this blog, the Johnny Bacardi Show. Plus, I drink my share of the pride of Puerto Rico. It just seems strangely appropriate.
That's all for today. I'll try this again tomorrow.
Thursday, October 24, 2002
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