The future holds the possibility to be great or terrible, and since it has not yet occurred it remains simultaneously both.

This Amtrak radio spot about how flying is so stressful, so why not relax on a train, have dinner, read a book, or take a nap. Well, as somewhat of an Amtrak veteran, it's mildly stressful when you get sidetracked 80 miles out of St. Louis for about 45 minutes, waiting for a freight train to come that never comes, and then having to crawl back into Chicago only to find that you missed your Metra back home and have to sit around for almost two hours until the next one comes. Amtrak can smile and blow me.

As I post this, "Float On" comes on the radio. Appropriate. Commercials are maddening, passenger rail is maddening, but yeah, we'll all float on, okay.

Holy shit! This thread is getting results!

So, I was listening yesterday afternoon, and I was well out of button-punch range, and the commercial starts up "meet Rachel, mother of three." My black, black heart trebled in size, anticipating the inevitable "working mother of three," and it came -BUT!- the voice was changed! They have the same commercial, with, I think, all the same lines, but they ditched the annoying bitch playing the "Rachel" part for a much less annoying bitch.

Evidently, negative feedback was so overwhelming, that Comcast felt the need to re-cut the commercial with a different actress.

Fuck yeah. Hopefully this causes the old "Rachel" to be unable to find future work, and her life goes to hell, and she turns to drugs and contracts aids from an intravenous needle and dies friendless and destitute, and is buried by the state in a pauper's grave, where she's forgotten, and it's like she never existed.

Are you stoned or pissed off, or both, when you create these postings?

Many that is true, but an incomplete statement.

Many that is true, but an incomplete statement.

Has anyone tried a Velveeta Breakfast Biscuit? The name "Velveeta" brings to mind an unappetizing, gelatinous, cheese-like product and "breakfast biscuit" sounds like something you'd give to your dog that reduces tartar and promotes a shiny coat.

OK...after Googling that are actually belVita Breakfast Biscuits. I still think they sound like something you'd give to your dog.

If you hate Laurence, then don't listen - don't comment. When he co-hosts the B&B show, take that day off ... listen to an old podcast of a Bernstein solo show and jerk off all day.

The future holds the possibility to be great or terrible, and since it has not yet occurred it remains simultaneously both.

I cannot stand the stilted delivery of George's Gale Street Inn commercials.

Let's do lunch. We do dinner too but this is a lunch ad at the right time on the right station......

It sounds like he is doing Chicago's own John Mahoney to me. And it is odd.

Are you stoned or pissed off, or both, when you create these postings?

There is something very odd about it, but that's actually the way he talks.

The future holds the possibility to be great or terrible, and since it has not yet occurred it remains simultaneously both.

How is the Gale Street, anyway? I have a soft spot for old-people restaurants run by cantankerous Greeks.

There is a place in the world for ribs that "fall off the bone". The northwest side has plenty of old white ladies with no teeth.

Are you stoned or pissed off, or both, when you create these postings?

The last time I was there there was text on the menu discussing different styles of ribs in a "vive le difference" kind of way. It was one of my mom's favorite spots. I had her funeral luncheon there.

The future holds the possibility to be great or terrible, and since it has not yet occurred it remains simultaneously both.

If you hate Laurence, then don't listen - don't comment. When he co-hosts the B&B show, take that day off ... listen to an old podcast of a Bernstein solo show and jerk off all day.

The chick yelling out "boots, shoes, jellies, etc." during the Illinois Lotto ad needs to be impregnated by a combine. Safe to say any Lotto-related ad is fucking awful.