This Blog Is Full Of Crap

Well, it looks like Chris Baker just got unpersoned at the... what did I call it back then?

I like the color of blue they painted the elevator lobby wall. The perfect shade. Is it Hooloovoo?

Yah know, ever since I got the mp3-playing phone and now the iPod, I've been listening to Baker a lot less. Got podcasts to listen to, you know. Either I'd catch an hour or two on Astros game days, or I'd check on a podcast now and then.

Those hours? Great as always, and I told myself "Listen more, man."

Didn't. *sigh*

I made an effort to listen to the Baker-Hunt combo... and... um...

I'd rather not relive that memory. I was hoping for something better, hoping that Hayseed was ready for the air (I still couldn't understand why you take people with a face for television and make them radio folks... not that Debra Duncan has much of anything for either) but I guess some combinations aren't meant to be.

The man's meant as a solo act. A class act. A top-billing act.

Connie Chung didn't work for Dan Rather, and didn't work this time.

Like Pat Gray, maybe Chris Baker will put together a podcast until someone picks him up from the discard pile... or maybe he's not really on the discard pile after all?

Who knows? I just have my Saturday walks for exercise, hang out with a friend, and get to gab for a bit on tech and other stuff.

Until that open invite gets torn up, I guess.

*shrug* That would suck. I enjoy those times.