Saturday, August 2, 2014

Oh please, being a woman is NOT the reason to hire a woman.

Ah no. The idea about sexual equality isn't hire her because she's a her,

Sexual equality is about hire the person because they're the best for the job.



Personally, I think that, when Craig Ferguson leaves, CBS should drop the LLS and clean up this time slot with a Shamwow infomercial. 

Or maybe replays of NCIS/BigBangTheory.

Or maybe start the over night  CBS news broadcast at 12:30CST

Syndication and infomercials have an audience and make more money and more sense than paying out money for an unknown. People watch  The over night news would tie in with Stephen Colbert's political satire. That would trend to CBS's efforts to take a political turn with the late night programming


Even if you are a big brained, VH1 chat host, it makes no sense to waste money in this time slot with what is a failing format. 

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Monday, July 28, 2014

Just back for

a visit

Lord I miss Newt

I have a weird request. As one Twitter stranger to another. Despite all the nonsense Tweets, I really am a writer. I just stopped writing for a bit. I've started writing again. Only one person here will encourage me to do this. I'm a fiction writer. I don't write mean spirited. It's not in me. The thing is. I used to have a writing buddy who was as different as night and day to me but who was the best inspiration I ever had. She's gone. 
If I periodically tweeted to you "I'm slacking"  Would you tweet back what my friend used to?   She'd tell me, "Go write." I realize that this is weird but I think that what I want to write now is really good. And as luck would have it, I have a place to send it  for publication  I messed up last time.
I don't want to do it again.
Regards,
WriterAnn

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  I knew someone who played guitar.
  I bought it for a 20. 
 I thought he'd do it all. But me?
 I'd not be worth a penny.. 
 I found him just the other day. 
Upon that world wide web. 
Figured he'd be a rich, rich man. 
Or maybe he'd be dead.
But there he was alive 
and well not in some exotic clime. 
 and there he was with out his hair
A victim of decline.
And here I am with stories. 
As rich as any vagabond. 
And there he is some Sansom 
with all his hair long gone.
Writer Ann  7-28-14
title
I Got His Guitar 

 I knew someone who played guitar.
 I bought it for a 20.
I thought he'd do it all. But me?
 I'd not be worth a penny..
I found him just the other day.

Upon that world wide web.
Figured he'd be a rich, rich man.
Or maybe he'd be dead.
But there he was alive
and well not in some exotic clime. 
and there he was with out his hair
A victim of decline.
And here I am with stories.
As rich as any vagabond.
And there he is some Sansom
with all his hair long gone.
Writer Ann  7-28-14
title
I Got His Guitar

But I got his guitar draft version

  I knew someone who played guitar. I bought it for a 20. I thought he'd do it all. Me? I'd not do any. I found him just the other day. Upon that world wide web. Figured he'd be dead from drugs or a rich, rich man with plenty. But there he was alive and well not in some exotic clime. There he was looking back. A victim of decline.
And here I am with stories. As rich as any vagabond. And there he is some Sansom with all his hair long gone.
Writer Ann  7-28-14
I Got His Guitar

But I got his guitar 1.0


 I knew someone who played guitar.
 I bought it for a 20.
I thought he'd do it all.
Me? I'd not do any.
I found him just the other day.
Upon that world wide web.
Figured he'd be a rich, rich man with plenty.
Or maybe he'd be dead.
But there he was alive
and well not in some exotic clime.
There he was looking back.
A victim of decline.
And here I am with stories.
As rich as any vagabond.
And there he is some Sansom
with all his hair long gone.
Writer Ann  7-28-14
title
I Got His Guitar

But I got his guitar




 I knew someone who played guitar.
I bought it for a 20.
 I thought he'd do it all. But me?
I'd end up not doin' any.

 I found him just the other day.
Upon that world wide web.
Figured he'd be dead from drugs
or a rich, rich man with plenty.
And me on the other side
The man who'd not had any
But there he was alive
and well not in some exotic clime.
There he was looking back.
A victim
Economic deeeecline.
And here I am with stories.
As rich as any vagabond.
And there he is some Sansom
with all his hair long gone.
Writer Ann  7-28-14

title
But I Got His Guitar