Is it too much to ask out of life that every time I turn on my computer and check my email I should not have to see big pictures of fat butts?
This is the truth. Yahoo! must keep track of me. They know I am a woman, that I subscribe to a few cooking magazines ... ergo, wouldn't I worry about getting fat? So every day, there they are, big pictures of cellulite and thunder thighs, with places I can click if this is my problem.
Can't they zero in on things that would really interest me? Aren't they savvy enough, for instance, to see that I buy books about music? Couldn't they give me a picture of Leonard Pennario, and I could click on that and, I don't know, buy Leonard Pennario records, or something? OK, I am just kidding. But you would think these big computer whizzes would be smart enough so they could serve you up ads that would not annoy you.
Speaking of Pennario ... it's not as if I think about him or anything ... there is this article about him that appeared yesterday in the Guardian that is extremely peculiar. The Guardian is this big British paper. I will try to post the link later on, but I don't have time now. Just Google Pennario and the Guardian, and it will come up.
It is as if whoever wrote the story resents Pennario and twists everything around to turn it against him. I was reading it and in Buffalo fashion I was thinking, "No goal!" Note to out-of-towners: This is what we say in Buffalo when justice has been ill served. It goes back to an unfortunate Sabres game.
But I am proud of Pennario in a way when I see a story like this. You know what they say, there is only one thing worse than being talked about and that is not being talked about.
I will be the one to tell the world the truth about him.