In this Episode, Jason and Ed talk about things. Y’know, things. Devo is the music.
Is anyone truly, honestly surprised that after 80 years, a Crosstown Shootout finally ended with punches thrown?
Apparently so. Despite all the jawing that happens between Xavier and UC every year. And not just by the players, like the moron who went on the radio claiming Xavier superstar Tu Holloway isn’t good enough to start for the Bearcats. The students, too, who delight in trash talking their rivals. “Fuck UC”, the thousands chanted at the Cintas Center Saturday after the brawl.
And now we’re all expressing our embarrassment and apologies. But isn’t this what you wanted? Isn’t this what you encouraged by giving players from tough backgrounds encouragement to talk shit and ratchet up the rivalry? Makes for great sound bites and great headlines! Aren’t you craving this kind of confrontation when you don a t-shirt or make a sign that outright trashes the other team? Those are our best sellers!
We are temporarily a side show for ESPN and YouTube. Let’s be proud of this mess we made because the way I see it, everything has gone exactly to plan.
Revenge is a dish best served cold. Or hot and steamy, as in a big pile of smoldering shit.
Word got around the ‘net Tuesday that a woman in Dayton is suing her ex-boyfriend for giving her this tattoo.
She wanted a scene from Narnia. Instead she got poop, flies and all, when the guy found out she’d been cheating on him.
Judging by the movies, I’d say the tattoo is an accurate representation of Narnia.
So far I haven’t seen this story pop up on any traditional media outlets in Dayton, so hopefully this isn’t a hoax. Even if it is, it’s as good a reason as any to say “poop”.
So Halloween is coming up. Hosting a party, or going to one where you need to bring food? No need to fret. Fox 19 is here to help with a Halloween treat sure to wow even the most finicky of your friends.
If it looks like some Lil’ Debbie snack cakes with pipe cleaners stuck in them, that’s because those are some Lil’ Debbie snack cakes with pipe cleaners stuck in them. Courtesy of special guest and local cooking expert Joanne Giovanni Mar…oh hell, she seriously has SIX names.
And that loosely arranged pile of marshmallows you see on the left is, in Joanne’s words, “a scarecrow or something.” Later in the same segment, she treated us to her secret recipe for “Hallow-ria”, which was actually a very garden variety recipe for sangria.
I guess when you have an 11 hour morning show, you gotta fill it with something.
No need to put your valuables in a safe, citizens of West Chester. You’ll be ok. But anyone within the 275 loop is in imminent danger of being murdered. Probably by a black person.
This past weekend was like an Easter basket filled with delicious junk news the Enquirer loves gobbling up: metropolitan crime! Minorities! Guns! Police running after criminals in broad daylight! Shootings on and near landmarks (Findlay Market/Fountain Square)!
Naturally, the Enquirer went on a junk news binge. These shootings deserve coverage, but just search for “Fountain Square shooting” on Enquirer.com and you’ll have your pick of 20+ stories. Some are repeats from various Gannett properties but that’s…a lot.
Then comes this unchallenged quote from Hamilton County Prosecutor Joe Deters.
“You cannot have this type of act in the city’s core. You don’t see this in Times Square.”
Thus proving Joe Deters has never been to Times Square.
We’re just as guilty as anyone of sniping at the faults of this town. But the Enquirer seems to openly take delight in painting Cincinnati as a war zone with this kind of coverage, this kind of quote, and the headline under which this quote ran: “Progress in city’s square, but safety fears return.”
Return? Return for whom, exactly? Another piece in the Enquirer said the day after the shooting was “business as usual” on Fountain Square. What happened was terrible, and in the case of the teenager who pulled the gun, idiotic. Not part of a pattern, though. So if you’re going to use comment threads on momslikeme.com as a basis for “fears returning” to downtown, you really have no business running a newspaper.
Then again, this is the Enquirer we’re talking about.
You know what I learned in advertising class?
Nothing. I didn’t take ad class. But I imagine the instructor would have been a balding fat guy, hair greased back, wearing suspenders with a cigar in his mouth ranting again and again “You gotta grab ‘em with the headline!”
To that end, mission accomplished by this Craigslist job seeker.
We clicked, only to find the post had been taken down. Didn’t realize the Dean of Cincinnati was out of “work.”
UPDATE: Here’s a .doc of the complete rules of the contest. I’m not going to read it; it’s super-long. Just thought you should know.
Now, I’m not a Top 40 radio listener and honestly, I’m surprised to find out that so many people are. My oblivious nature sometimes gets me by, and sometimes it makes me look like an idiot. In this particular situation, I’m not certain where exactly I fall.
Nonetheless, a whole lot of Top 40 listeners appear to have fallen for what appears to be a poorly-devised contest on the part of KISS 107. From what a source tells me, they held an audition-style contest to be giant douchenozzle Jordan’s new co-host. Unfortunately, I can’t find any of the original contest information, so I’m not particularly certain what the rules were, but I do know this: the outcome managed to tick off everyone who either auditioned or listened to the thing unfold.
Here’s the thread of comments, and here’s a brief selection of comments and responses from the host himself:
So, yeah. regardless of what happened, how it was set up, or who “won” here, it seems that what we have is a couple of idiots running the show over at 107.1. Radio and television depends pretty heavily upon promotions, and contests are typically a good ol’ fashioned pair of rocket shoes as ratings go. The problem is that they have to be done correctly. Every year, if you’re paying attention, you’ll find some station somewhere screw up royally as it comes to their contests. Remember that “Hold Your Wee for a Wii” thing a couple years ago? That lady died. In this case, people lost out on a job because a “game” was possibly rigged.
Of course, I don’t KNOW that it was rigged. I do know that the rules are completely impossible to find, and that there doesn’t appear to be any record of this contest other than this dumb video of an apparently confused girl who claps while she talks. I also know that there are lots of angry contestants and listeners who feel like they’ve been misled in some way. That’s a bummer. But then, so is the fact that I’ve never heard a single song in the Billboard Top Ten.
They sure don’t make ‘em like they used to.
The Cincinnati Gardens is an old building. Not as old as, say, Fenway Park, or the taquitos spinning on the heat rollers at Speedway, but still, pretty old. Especially by today’s standards, where teams threaten to leave unless they get new homes every 10 years.
And that’s really worked out well for Cincinnati.
Gone are the big name concerts like The Beatles and Michael Jackson. And the big name teams don’t play there anymore, but the Gardens still plays host to a lot of fun courtesy of the Commandos and Rollergirls. I just wish the place didn’t smell so…old.