By Mark | December 8, 2019
[above: We were staying right on a trolley line, and the buzzing of the overhead power lines was incessant. I doubt that it’ll make a record, as we had better songs this time out, but this fact gave rise to our loudest endeavor of the session, a number called Stray Voltage.] The weekend of November […]
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By Mark | September 21, 2016
With the news media having failed the American people so incredibly this election cycle, and the very real possibility of a Trump presidency looming in the not too distant future, numerous people and organizations, some of whom who have never weighed in on such things in the past, are beginning to come forward publicly in […]
Posted in Marketing, Politics, Uncategorized | Also tagged 2016, advertising, Don Cheadle, Donald Trump, George Bush, get out the vote, Idiocracy, Joss Whedon, Mark Cuban, Mike Judge, news media, Presidential politics, the future of journalism, the sad state of journalism, voting |
By Mark | November 18, 2010
I know we got here somehow, but I cannot for the life of me understand how… I feel like neutering myself with a sharp rock and crawling off into a mud pit somewhere. Which, I guess, was kind of the objective of this PSA.
By Mark | September 23, 2010
Please, whatever you do, don’t ask me what color panties I’m wearing if you see me tomorrow. It would totally freak me out. And, for what it’s worth, I think it’s a damned good PSA… If you’ve got a kid, keep them the hell away from the internet. Nothing good can come of it. Either […]
