Sunday, March 13, 2005
Going to the Dogs
When I heard the intro to this NPR story, I foolishly thought it would be an application of these ideas or at least something in this vein. Instead, I was subjected to musical swill so sugary it left me in a diabetic coma. I give Skip Haynes credit, he managed to find a market for his inane artistry. But not in this household. And for creating "Squeaky-Deakey," I can only imagine the hell that has been created for him. Probably something involving chew toys and orifices.