Some topics for a holiday weekend:
(1) Cover Story. After five years, I hope I have earned the trust, respect, and affection of the Confessor. Oh, there are those who loathe the site and me, and why they keep returning to disturb our merry discourse I will never know. (See item 5, below.) But in general, I sustain myself with the thought that on the Big Subjects, the Confessor and I would manage to find some common ground.
|Bart's cars salute as he passes.|
But now, I'm not so sure.
I'm becoming intrigued with those Reagor-Dykes ads.
The ones that start with the high-production-value brassy fanfare and an actual radio voice-for-hire booming in sparkling hi-fidelity: "REAGOR DYKES AUTO GROUP -- KEEPING IT REAL." (May not have the wording entirely right -- next time I hear it I'll make a note and come back and correct.) Followed, however, by the same phoned-in-from-Arcturus spiel from Bart himself, demonstrating the ways in which he keeps the car-buying experience real.
I confess (of course) that this calls my judgment on other matters into some question.
But I find myself kind of getting sucked in to the aw-shucks sincerity. I find ol' Bart's persona likable.
And anyone who will spring for the high-quality intro but won't take the time or spend the money to get himself into a studio to cut a decent-sounding spot -- there's just something quirky about that that sort of draws me in to Bart's World.
Don't know that I'd buy a car from the guy.
But I'd let him give me a lecture about leasing.
(2) Gushing. More ad weirdness: Those oil-well investment ads.
In the first place, what a terrible time to run an ad talking about ever-rising oil prices, at a time when the world is absolutely awash in petroleum and natural gas (hilariously contrary to the decades of predictions we've heard from the "limits to growth" crowd) and prices are plummeting and are likely to stay low for the foreseeable future. Unless they're giving shares away, probably a poor time to invest.
In the second place, oil-well investment, like precious metals and other natural-resource investments, are home to some of the most virulent scams out there. I don't expect The Ticket to investigate the claims of all of its advertisers, but if you are among the numerous very wealthy P1's thinking of making an investment (they usually require some minimum investment, typically but not always in the mid-five or low-six figures), please make your first call to the Texas State Securities Board to see if the investment is registered. If it is not, find out from the investment company why it believes it is exempt from registration, and have them cite the statute or regulation upon which they are relying. Don't invest without reviewing a complete prospectus.
In the third place, oil production revenue and taxation are hugely complex topics, and investors at your level do not take dollars off the top. I'm not going to get into working v. carried interest, depletion, direct participation, and so forth. If you have the dough to invest, spend an extra few grand and engage a reputable oil and gas lawyer to advise you.
Finally, don't do it.
(3) T.C. Isn't Going Anywhere Anytime Soon. Okay, okay, he may not be the favorite of The Confessor. I get the criticism, but it really does seem overblown among the commentariat. (I do not delete T.C. criticism unless it is scurrilous, overly personal, or violent.)
But someone out there likes him.
Or maybe his rates are attractive, because he's now doing advertised promotional appearances. Sponsors have judged that he's a draw, that he'll bring people into their establishment to meet the increasingly famous Source Ragonk, and if sponsors think that, then Jeff C is probably prescient in having taken him back on.
Doesn't mean he's great -- just means he's appealing to certain sponsors. And I'm guessing if you went to one of his appearances you'd see lots of folks shaking his hand, getting their pictures with him, collecting an autograph, and telling him to keep up the good work with The Ticket and IJB and ragonking the absolute bejeebers out of him.
And that, if nothing else, will keep him popping on.
(4) Jake. Sorry. Still think the guy has got a lot and sounds good on The Ticket.
His sports talk is no worse, and, I think, better than that some of the hosts. Wrong about everything? Oh? Well, if I'm recalling correctly, he was the only Ticket person who thought the Cowboys were going to be improved this year.
Yes, his voice has a Dylan-The-Argumentative-Teen lilt to it. And I do count myself among those who wish to hear less socio-political-current-events commentary from him, but I wish the same thing about every other talker on The Ticket. He's smart, he can be funny, he's knowledgeable. Smarty-smug sometimes, sure. But jeez, it's just not going to bring down the station like some seem to think. If he proves to be a fixture on a daily show in the future, I can absolutely deal with that.
(5) Moderation Report. Every time I get to a screen I check the pending comments, so hope that hasn't slowed things down too much. Certainly hasn't slowed the hits to the site, and I hope we can all agree that the conversation has returned to its historical lofty level.
Just to be fair, let me report that some readers, or maybe only one or two, believe that I am an idiot and a bitch. And some are unaccountably convinced that I have been doing this so I can be good chums with Ticket guys. If so, then I am indeed an idiot, if not a bitch, because after close to 700 posts now, I have yet to meet or speak to a single Ticket employee or former employee.
|Uh, Rudolph, I've got some bad news for you.|
Some of the posts I get are actually amusing in their apparent lack of clarity on the concept of moderation: profane, furious, violent, and one or two with factual assertions that are demonstrably false. But all of them still seem to think that someone other than me is going to be reading them. Their words live on the screen for about 1.7 seconds, most of those words probably unread by me, and they're gone. What satisfaction there is in this effort on the other end, I have no idea.
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Thanks for doing your Christmas shopping at My Ticket Confession, everybody, and have a Holly Jolly Ticket.