New Blog

hello dear readers. This is just to inform the few among the few of you who don't know that I am now contributing to yet another blog, Word., along with several friends and acquaintances from church. It's mostly a bulletin board for random funny items we find while surfing the web, so anyone who likes humor, or has ever laughed, enjoyed it, and might like to do it again, should check it out. In that sense, it's not unlike my other blog Calculus for Free Dummies, except that people actually contribute to this one on a regular basis, making it more of a forum as opposed to a for...um...no reason.

Hence the change to my new screen name, GtotheMizzo, in the spirit of anonymity so highly valued by my colleagues at Word.
and to help me establish more "street cred", foo'.

Man of the Year Awards

FM does not stand for Facial Marketing

On a recent drive between Dallas and San Antonio on I-35, I noticed a disturbing trend that seems to be gaining in popularity (or perhaps just in unavoidability): radio stations placing billboard advertisements along the highway that feature giant photos of their DJs. And when I say giant photos, I'm not just being redundant; I'm talkin' larger-than-the-already-large-billboard-they're-on photos. One DJ's massive, cratered forehead loomed over the road like a piece of the space shuttle, threatening to break loose at any moment. As tragic as that might have been, isn't it more disastrous for radio stations to let people see what their DJs actually look like? With few exceptions (such as Kidd Kraddick in the Morning), these are people who have probably heard the phrase "you have a face for radio" more than once in their lives. Not that there's anything wrong with being ugly (it's always worked for me), but you'd think that radio executives would want the appearance of their most popular DJs to remain a creation of the listener's mind's eye. The "hard rock" stations, for example, that employ female DJs who are meant to sound like 900 number operators don't want people to know if they look like Unabrow from Dodgeball. You're supposed to be able to imagine the person behind that voice as however you think they would look. Granted, this is probably less important for the middle-aged male DJs who most frequently grace the access road, but it certainly can't help their ratings to have Volkswagon-sized teeth on display. Radio causes enough auto accidents as it is; must we also be scared into the HOV lane?