KSL wants me to become a FB fan

side note: Not related to this blog, but the picture made me laugh. Thanks email.

I had a bad dream, then this morning I got a fb invite.... Blame it on the Quervo (I just wanted to say that, Carrie Underwood pisses me off.) So I dreamt that I ended up on KSL news, the website, the chatroom, and the classifieds. Yep the classifieds. My name was all over the Wasatch. Let me explain, the dream starts out with myself in an office, I am wearing a suit and tie, answering phones, faxing documents, and talking with Lawyers. The desk is a dark wood with fancy moldings. The computer is new, a soft keyboard and in the room has a hudge file folder, nice chairs, and some fake plastic trees, the ones you see in banks. I know I was selling insurance. Lots of insurance, infact I was a whiz at it. Money seemed to be rolling in hand over fist, sorta freaking me out. I don't remember having anyone else to help me run this office space. I remember setting up a couple of new accounts. Helping old people get affordable life insurance (which I think everyone should have personally) but something was really wrong. I had full control of all the estate of the old people, person, I don't remember how many, but I was the sole controller. I was sending money into private accounts and spending it wildly on fast cars and a popcorn machine. Then I remember somehow, getting an invitation to go to a fancy pants dinner at Little America with the Saltlake Chamber of Commerce (that's how I ended up on KSL). At the fancy pants dinner, which Misty wasn't there (strange yet 'cause I never eat dinner without her) I see KSL's morning personalities, and then I woke up. When I came to my sences, at first I could taste the throw-up building in the bottom of my throat. It's that feeling you get when as a kid you had to hug and kiss your great, great, aunt (stinky) whats er name at the family reunion, because your mother told you it might be her last reunion ever but you were to young to know what exactly that ment. I never knew great, great aunt (stinky) what's er name well enough to say no and be done with it. I never understood this form of adult to kid torture. So KSL a Bonneville network has chosen me to become a friend. That feels like voting for Sarah Palin and hoping for the best. KSL with it's spit polished reporting, news on the radio, and that damn Maria Shilaos. Not to mention the overly happy couple on the morning radio Grant (pansy) and Amanda (kiss n' hug) these two absolutely drive me crazy?! I don't think eighter one lives in the now, or reality. Have any of you ever listened to them? Besides the automatic gag factor that occurs every time I tune in, I feel like my skin breaks out in hives when Amanda smuggly agrees with Grant on Utah issues, they both speak as if they are the leading expert, autority, and grand poobauh wizard. What about Doug Wright you say, well I beleive he's the reason Utah County has become a baren wasteland of political smug plain and simple. You Utah County folks have smug all over you thanks to Doug. You bunch of smuggers, they sniff their own farts you know. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Smug_Alert!

Becoming a friend of KSL I suppose would finish my assimilation to Utah, I say this because I do have an R C Willey account, paid for in full but still open. Moving on, did anyone watch the Superbowl and feel cheated? I totally expected the ads to be worth watching the game. So disappointed in CBS. The ads could have been better if the order went Doritos, then beer ad, then the Tim Tebow family ad thing (which I didn't get at all what message was that)? Betty White and Al Begotta were great, everyone else stunk, the dog collar choker was worth a laugh.

There hasn't been anything on t.v. worth watching for some time. Anyone got any ideas? Thanks for listening.