Maybe it's the lovely spring weather that's sidetracking my creativity. Maybe I wasn't all that creative to begin with. All I know is that, as is sometimes the case, I'm having trouble coming up with a topic to blog about today.
And, believe it or not, I really don't want to waste your time by asking you to read 500 words on something I'm writing just to fill a space.
It's not that my OCD/ADD/NSFW mind isn't swirling with ideas, because it always is. They're just quick hitters. And thus, I present a few random, disconnected thoughts that you can do with what you will:
No-fly list: We found out today that the so-called "no fly list" was only current within 24 hours, and that's why a suspected terrorist -- who was being shadowed by authorities -- could buy a plane ticket in cash and almost fly to Pakistan. Um, really? Apparently, because of this, the list must now be current to within two hours. That's great, but how about making it a live no-fly list? Two hours is plenty of time to do a lot of damage then flee the country I don't even want to hear that a lack of technology is being offered up as an excuse. This could probably be handled by Twitter or Four Square.
Ken Macha "death" watch: With the Brewers underperforming all over the place and entering play at four games below .500, there are fans calling for the skipper's head. I'm not one of them ... yet. Until Macha takes the mound and personally begins blowing saves, he can't completely control what his future Hall-of-Famer closer puts over the plate. Unlike Ned Yost, I don't sense that Macha is making bad managerial decisions and losing games. He's not coaching like a Strat-O-Matic baseball machine. Still, this is a talented team, and if the Brewers really stink it up in the next month, GM Doug Melvin will face some tough decisions, assuming that he, too, gets to keep his job.
"LOST" wind down: Unlike Jack on "LOST," I don't cry easily. In fact, I don't think a TV show has ever made me cry. But last night's episode did me in. As much as I'm totally ready for the series to end, I'm loving every minute as it comes to a screeching halt. Occasionally corny but frequently brilliant, there has never been a show like "LOST" on network TV -- and I can't imagine there will ever be again.
Uh, oh, Gizmodo: I have split emotions on the plight/score of tech blog Gizmodo and its experience with the iPhone prototype. On one hand, the editors knew they was buying a lost/stolen phone (not cool). On the other, they broke the story in a way no one else could. Though prosecutors are debating whether Gizmodo is a site of legitimate journalists and thus deserves certain protections, of that much I'm certain. Questionable tactics aside, they landed the technology story of the season, and I have no sympathy for the Apple Gestapo right now (although when the new iPhone comes out, I'm definitely buying it -- especially if it works on Verizon).
Someone should invent: a DVR for car radios so I can rewind stuff I missed ... a "vapoorizer" to make my dog's poop disappear from my lawn ... an anti-shedding additive for my dog's food ... a Brewers On Demand channel on Time Warner Cable that also shows new, classic and random games games all year round ... a way to throttle back some the tweets from overzealous people I follow on Twitter ... a time machine (just kidding ... kind of).
Andy is the president, publisher and founder of OnMilwaukee. He returned to Milwaukee in 1996 after living on the East Coast for nine years, where he wrote for The Dallas Morning News Washington Bureau and worked in the White House Office of Communications. He was also Associate Editor of The GW Hatchet, his college newspaper at The George Washington University.
Before launching OnMilwaukee.com in 1998 at age 23, he worked in public relations for two Milwaukee firms, most of the time daydreaming about starting his own publication.
Hobbies include running when he finds the time, fixing the rust on his '75 MGB, mowing the lawn at his cottage in the Northwoods, and making an annual pilgrimage to Phoenix for Brewers Spring Training.
