KFOR is back!!! Slightly inebriated problem-solving weekend at The Compound. Local architectural ornamentation is being perverted. It's gotta be Monday.

Thanks goodness…made it through another weekend…alive, no less! And, what a wild one it was here at The Compound!

But first, the best news of all, DISH has released KFOR-TV from its corporate hijacking! YES, we’re back with The Hands Morgan and…of course…weather hottie Emily Sutton (she was bare shoulders this morning, did you see) in the mornings (or whenever The Hands decides to take some time off to experience weather in the Caribbean). Oh, and let us not forget Linda Cavanaugh’s sage commentary on life. OH…and how can I forget? Not to mention, TWO, count ‘em TWO Ogles.

Let me just say that life at The Compound is good again until the rat bastards at DISH or KFOR (still haven’t figured out exactly who is to blame) go at it again when this agreement ends. No more afternoons of Tornado Payne-in-the-Ass trying to whip the masses into a panic with his new street scene helicopters and/or band of thuggish marauding weather chasers…”No, Mel, that is a gustnado, now you keep driving until you find me a real tornado! No excuses. Someone send Mel into the path of real storm. I don’t care if it’s in #@$!ing Kansas, get him there!”

Gee, I wonder if letting KFOR back into the DISH lineup had anything to do with a few dozen Cowboys fans not being able to see the game on Saturday? Hmmmmm?

I only wish the OU game was being not-broadcast on Channel 4…it would have been a less painful afternoon. Not that I had much time for Swooner football on Saturday, I was too busy getting ready for Saturday evening. And, what an evening it was!

I made a complete Rib Ranch meal for a herd of people brought together here at The Compound to solve the world’s problems and generally discuss the meaning of life. Let’s see, there were several members of the local media (real media – not atavistic terrestrial radio type media) and insurance professionals hiding out from their earthquake policy holders. None of our guests wish to be mentioned by name in this blog…I can’t imagine why.

Copious amounts of pig and alcohol were consumed over the course of the evening. I’m fairly certain we solved the Syrian mess…figured out who will win the presidential election mess…discussed the weird perversion of local architectural fixtures into images on daily wear…explored and revealed the secrets of lecherous, wired comedians…all of that led to a round of name that web site for a new line of clothing for…well, that’s coming in a later blog posting.

So, to sum up, weapons were fired and/or brandished, alcohol was consumed, pork (the other white meat) was eaten, problems were solved, feelings were hurt, but all was later forgiven. And, not necessarily in that order. I didn’t get to bed Saturday night/Sunday morning until 1:30AM, this after getting up at 2:30AM on Saturday morning to start the BBQ preps.

Cousin Fred and his latest love interest, the Francesca, were on hand for the evening’s events. Turns out the Francesca has experience with the same lecherous, wired comedian as was being discussed. Hmmmm…me thinks his rep is spreading.

The Francesca fed Cousin Fred who remains in his half body cast with one arm cocked up at a weird angle. All in all, though, he seems pretty happy. The Francesca has been driving Gigi’s Lexus into town to pick up meds for Cousin Fred. Guess it makes sense, given that the Mobile Mutt Rescue Unit only gets 6 miles to the gallon. I just worry about that car with its New York plates being driven around Cosmic City.

Speaking of weirdness over the weekend, did you hear about the street cam in Jackson Hole, WY? Yesterday afternoon, thousands of people watched as a camera streamed images from a peaceful, non-descript, downtown intersection in an otherwise snowless Jackson Hole. So why was everyone (besides me) tuning in?

That’s something of a mystery. Okay, not really. It seems that some anonymous dude uploaded that feed to the 4chan site with a promise to do something really, really stupid in that intersection. That, in turn, caused an uptick in traffic over the site, which caused YouTube to begin promoting the feed to its users. In the end, it became a Seinfeldian event…a show about nothing.

I need to get much smarter about new media. Therefore, I am announcing a series of upcoming experiments. Normally, I would use Cousin Fred, but he isn’t much good for anything in his half body cast. There aren’t any webcam feeds from Cosmic City, unless of course you count the secret cameras set up all over town by the Police who can’t afford to put cops in cars anymore. The shifts of two sit around at the station playing cards until one of the cameras catch someone in the commission of a crime and they spring into action, assuming there is sufficient fuel in the car.  

Let’s just say, you should keep your eyes on Instagram, Facebook, and YouTube. More to follow.
 

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