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Endless, Pre-Shrunk JAMMING!

Today I ran a mile and a half and my legs hurt, which of course affects typing.black_plain_menus_300x300.jpg

Fortunately for us all, I have another mega! exciting! JamsBio update. New account holders are welcome to start writing there as well, which means that if you'd like to read what I've written so far, you can now do so and have a fun music memory page of your own. And if you complete ten posts, you will receive-- are you ready? Are you ready? Are you ready for this?--a tee shirt. Oh! Yes, it's true! One whole TEE SHIRT! Plus a shot at concert tickets and other swag, I'm told. But, you guys! TEE SHIRT!

A few The Readers have already begun their epic climb to teedom. Join them on the Mighty Rock Wall of... of...rock. Once you're in, go ahead on to my URL. The jammin' we shall do! In our tee shirts! (I don't get a tee shirt. I get paid. But you-- it's all 100% cotton goodness for you, my friend.)

You'll still need an invite. If you're invitable, please do leave a comment or email media@drinktothelasses.com with "JamsBio" in the subject line.

largess at: mbe@drinktothelasses.com

But Was Anybody Wearing Parachute Pants?

Every Presidential election cycle has a Humor Apogee, the point which defies written commentary, the point that puts me out of a job for a day or two. If you asked me about it last week, I would have told you that the apogee of 2008 would arrive in late September or mid-October.

But like many members of the media as of late, I've been incorrectly applying conventional wisdom.  I committed that most classic of political blunders: I did not consider the potential impact of the Sinbad.

In other political news, I give The Whore of Spitzer exactly seven days to a book deal, which shall follow in the train of the plea deal--truly, the source of all the world's great literature.  Always exactly what MFA's love to see.

go hillman at: mbe@drinktothelasses.com


The Jammin' That Will Not Stop

Okay! Now I gots me an email from the editor of JamsBio (as attention-getting goes, that's pretty cool, but in the grand scheme of global impact, I'd still rank it somewhat below the Incident of the Mormon Lolita Prom Dress.) Apparently I read some site information in error, and the public launch hasn't been shoved back; JamsBio is indeed going mega-live on March 31. I was wrong, and I am sorry, and I hereby resign my post. I shall now run for Governor of the great state of New York.

I am in the process of cleaning up my JamsBio site, as yesterday I woke up and some of them were all-- you know that thing when you do an attachment, and a completely innocuous character like " suddenly becomes *%&@? That thing. I am not swearing at you. I am merely somehow misformatted. Neither hate nor hit.

Some of you have reported not receiving the invitation email. To you, I say: Check your spam filter. I registered into the site with my public email address, mbe@drinktothelasses.com, which apparently is distasteful to many a Yahoo! inbox. If you're still having issues, please let us know at the media@drinktothelasses.com address.

A few bounced back. We're working on that. If this affected you, please give us another email address.

Endeavor launched last night. Fortunately for the rest of us, I was not in charge of the countdown clock.

your personal Lent at:  mbe@drinktothelasses.com


Welcome MSNBC.com Readers

...and many thanks to those of you who were already here and shared your reactions on all things Seuss. I totally talked about you!

P.S. Drew Carey article people, thanks for stopping in as well.  Have a glass.

whoing and Plinkoing and just double-fisting at: mbe@drinktothelasses.com


Further Jammin', Albeit No Longer on the One 

The public launch of JamsBio has been shoved back another month, but in exchange, we writers are now permitted to share posts with the unwashed on an email-only basis. So what I'm going to do is create a pseudo-listserv for The Readers, because, let us face it, the only good Kool & the Gang discussion is the kind that is shared.

Kool & the Gang Discussion UPDATE: In the time I typed those two sentences, we broke the email thingie. But the rest of this post still applies, because I simply have this feeling that they'll have it back up again just in time for you.

If you're interested, leave a comment with your say-so, and I'll have my minions pull your addy from the administrator's comment view. In the event you're comment-shy (and I know you're out there, bashful flowers) then send an email to media@drinktothelasses.com with "JamsBio" in the subject line. You'll receive an alert every time a new JamsBio piece is posted, complete with an invitation code which will allow you into the site. No spam, no fuss, just a warm and cozy five minutes with Maurice Starr and the many scars he left behind.

And! Specify, if you please, whether you'd like links to all the past posts, or just the content I will add from this point forward. I am given to understand that a new invitation code is required for each post, so if you would like to see every single thing I've posted there so far, you will find yourself briefly, but extremely, popular with JamsBio.

As I found out about the application deadline eighteen hours before it struck, some of the text was frantically recycled from the original bottle of BlondeChampagne. This is because we were asked to provide ten sample clips, and while I can do a lot on two cups of Peach Attack Tea, there's not enough caffeine in the world, people. Those initial clips were plugged into my baseline JamsBio URL as the great webby-code powers continued to slap up the plaster and install the toilet in the guest bathroom. However, I've banked posts to the point where the content is now largely new.

Obviously, JamsBio is a virtual construction site at the moment; it is the NASDAQ off its Ritalin, up and down again without notice, and people tend to get hit in the head with paint rollers and showered with asbestos every now and then. So if there are glitches, remember, as the widgets come crashing down around us, that I took your hand and gazed soulfully at you and assured you that it's not you... it's them.

It's Not You It's Them UPDATE: The publicity minions are reporting a lot of email, and that's awesome, but many of them don't have "JamsBio" in the subject line, which is somewhat less awesome. So if you're joining the cool kids via email, please subject up, as this helps differentiate your much-cherished emails from other media requests, wheelin'-dealin' with clients, and suggestions from highly legitimate drug companies that my male genitalia is too small.

roooooobert at: mbe@drinktothelasses.com