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Monday, July 6, 2015
Saturday, May 16, 2015
Writer's Contest - Jewish Producer v Debi Daly (Part 2 of 2!)
PART 2 of 2 - Writing contest: The proposal calls for Debi and Jewish
Producer to each write a 300 word (minimum) essay. Each essay will be
displayed without the author's name attached to the post. You the
reader will have to determine the author of each penned blog-post. See
below, read the first post and guess who wrote it in the comment
section.. Is the author of the following Debi or JP????
Today I was pulled out of my daydream by the reality of a woman asking the cashier at Macy's in Northpark Mall if they sold a certain dress in a size different than the one she was holding. How dare she distract this overworked, minimum wage, neanderthal to ask the stupid question. "No Mam, we keep several things hidden from people like you", is what I said to myself.
The cashier said without even looking at the dress "Nope". I could sense that the cashier was actually happy that this poor woman would now have to scour the Earth for her precious size 22. It simply amazes me the way people are so rude. They seem so "deserving." The cashier , who was young and a little asexual, offered (without looking up, naturally), "I think there's another place somewhere around here, but I think they moved. I'd Google it if I were you." The poor, overweight woman was nearly sweating. We could all then see that she didn't speak English very well and didn't understand any of what cashier had said. But she could smell the tension and didn't dare ask for it to be repeated. She turned away, bowed her head and moved on with her life, dress-less and broken. My heart softened and I wanted to shout after her, "I will help you Google it!" but I couldn't speak. There was no more water in my decaying body and my mouth would not open.
Forty-five minutes later, I was barely carrying a pulse when the unthinkable happened. The cashier spoke to me and said "Did you find everything okay?" It was time. I was the chosen. I peeled myself off the end cap I'd been laying on and rolled the squeaky stroller to the heart of the hell-mouth. I was faced with a dilemma; Now that I was in the driver's seat, should I dish back the unfriendly filth this demon had spewed over all of us, or should I take the high road. I thought about my family whom I'm sure would've immediately laid into this cashier, so I resisted my DNA and chose the high road. I didn't know where this was coming from, it was as if I was possessed or had forgotten the 45 minutes of my life that had just been pillaged from me, but I was actually friendly with cashier . It must've been that I knew I would be getting my life back soon. How the faintest glimmer of hope can lift the soul. I spoke in concise sentences so that those whom came after me would not be burdened by my needs or extra chatter. Because of this, I was pretty sure I got the wrong amount of fabric, but fuck it, there was no going back. The cashier mumbled about their "system" needing to reboot and my knees buckled, and I thought…."I hate fellow shoppers."
Essay #2: I hate Fellow Shoppers.
Today I was pulled out of my daydream by the reality of a woman asking the cashier at Macy's in Northpark Mall if they sold a certain dress in a size different than the one she was holding. How dare she distract this overworked, minimum wage, neanderthal to ask the stupid question. "No Mam, we keep several things hidden from people like you", is what I said to myself. The cashier said without even looking at the dress "Nope". I could sense that the cashier was actually happy that this poor woman would now have to scour the Earth for her precious size 22. It simply amazes me the way people are so rude. They seem so "deserving." The cashier , who was young and a little asexual, offered (without looking up, naturally), "I think there's another place somewhere around here, but I think they moved. I'd Google it if I were you." The poor, overweight woman was nearly sweating. We could all then see that she didn't speak English very well and didn't understand any of what cashier had said. But she could smell the tension and didn't dare ask for it to be repeated. She turned away, bowed her head and moved on with her life, dress-less and broken. My heart softened and I wanted to shout after her, "I will help you Google it!" but I couldn't speak. There was no more water in my decaying body and my mouth would not open.
Forty-five minutes later, I was barely carrying a pulse when the unthinkable happened. The cashier spoke to me and said "Did you find everything okay?" It was time. I was the chosen. I peeled myself off the end cap I'd been laying on and rolled the squeaky stroller to the heart of the hell-mouth. I was faced with a dilemma; Now that I was in the driver's seat, should I dish back the unfriendly filth this demon had spewed over all of us, or should I take the high road. I thought about my family whom I'm sure would've immediately laid into this cashier, so I resisted my DNA and chose the high road. I didn't know where this was coming from, it was as if I was possessed or had forgotten the 45 minutes of my life that had just been pillaged from me, but I was actually friendly with cashier . It must've been that I knew I would be getting my life back soon. How the faintest glimmer of hope can lift the soul. I spoke in concise sentences so that those whom came after me would not be burdened by my needs or extra chatter. Because of this, I was pretty sure I got the wrong amount of fabric, but fuck it, there was no going back. The cashier mumbled about their "system" needing to reboot and my knees buckled, and I thought…."I hate fellow shoppers."
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
The Writer's Contest: Jewish Producer v. Debi Daly Part 1 of 2, Titled "IheartRadio or Bust"
PART 1 of 2 - Writing contest: The proposal calls for Debi and Jewish Producer to each write a 300 word (minimum) essay. Each essay will be displayed without the author's name attached to the post. You the reader will have to determine the author of each penned blog-post. See below, read the first post and guess who wrote it in the comment section.. Is the author of the following Debi or JP????
Essay #1:
Essay #1:
An Open Letter To IHeartRadio/IHeartMedia:
MY PETITION TO BRING MR MIDNIGHT MOVIE’S INFLAMMATORY TALK TO IHEARTRADIO
Thank you for taking a moment to read my recommendation to IheartRadio’s
talent recruitment to bring Jewish Producer and Mr Midnight Movie’s
Inflammatory Talk Podcast aboard the IHeartRadio podcasting team. FYI: Their show is Spreaker
ID #7484646 on to the Spreaker network.
The boys have been producing shows since 2011, and we have been
podcasting associates for most of the time since they joined me at my
show on a regular basis. I often frequent their show, and
often times we discuss ways to produce excellent Spreaker and IheartRadio
programs. Though I believe this
podcasting team oozes endless amounts of talent, I still wonder what they ever
would have done without me. Of course I’m
only kidding. These guys mean the world
to me and they do deserve the recognition.
Please consider having them on your format (they currently
have a Spreaker show under review with IheartRadio) because they offer a unique
point of view presented in an entertaining format. Bringing Inflammatory Talk to your network will
boost your late night live programming. Since
my show has enjoyed a lot of success (600+ listens per show, on average) my
show does even better when Mr. Midnight Movie and Jewish Producer join my
podcast. My fans love them! They have always been respectful and
interested in making Spreaker a better place to podcast. More importantly, they respect their audience
- and their audience has remained loyal to them for several years. Even the haters my show sometimes attracts
would admit that Inflammatory Talk is an epic study of topics and most people are interested in the vast knowledge Mr. Midnight Movie exudes, and they want to know more!
These guys are constantly working on their performances but really it may be
their camaraderie that shines through every bumbling mistake or winning joke
that they make that truly makes this show special.
Inflammatory Talk is highly recommended by me, Debi Daly of
the Debi Daly Network on Spreaker and IheartRadio,
Debi Daly
Friday, May 8, 2015
No: Trans Pacific Partnership
This is the worst trade deal you never heard of. And it's coming soon. Be ready. Share the video and cause a ruckus.
Posted by Robert Reich on Thursday, January 29, 2015
Monday, April 20, 2015
Sunday, April 5, 2015
Christ Nelson
Have you ever walked through the fields of this world wondering who or what will cross your path and completely flip a switch from within that craves something different than cheeseburgers and hard core porn? Christ Nelson was this fix. His salvation, reverence, joy, bliss, carnage, eternal love... Christ Nelson spoke of prescription pills, placed rectally into his internal, maybe eternal, self. Revelation is now, so please take a 30 minute break from everything you do and live in the shadows of greatness. Christ Nelson is here.
Tuesday, March 31, 2015
Sunday, March 1, 2015
Let's Do Our Own Show
Jewish Producer: leave me alone BTG!
Mr Midnight Movie: you're telling me
Jewish Producer: oh man that bitch couldn't be less entising she makes my gag reflex go into overdrive, the problem is that if we did a show on her show she wouldn't stop opening her ugly rotten mouth, just heinous. vomitous, disgusting to the tenth order of all peutridness. just bloody awful.
Mr Midnight Movie: lets do our own show
Mr Midnight Movie: you're telling me
Jewish Producer: oh man that bitch couldn't be less entising she makes my gag reflex go into overdrive, the problem is that if we did a show on her show she wouldn't stop opening her ugly rotten mouth, just heinous. vomitous, disgusting to the tenth order of all peutridness. just bloody awful.
Mr Midnight Movie: lets do our own show
