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Due to my inability to control my temper and complacently accept continued silliness with not-quite-as-reliable-as-it-ought-to-be Blogger/Blogspot, your beloved Possumblog will now waddle across the Information Dirt Road and park its prehensile tail at http://possumblog.mu.nu.

This site will remain in place as a backup in case Munuvia gets hit by a bus or something, but I don't think they have as much trouble with this as some places do. ::cough::blogspot::cough:: So click here and adjust your links. I apologize for the inconvenience, but it's one of those things.

Thursday, March 28, 2002

New Nominee for the Croix de Grits--There's Gonna Be A Bumpin'
From loyal Possumblog consumer Janis Gore of Vidalia, Sportsman's Paradise, we received the following:

Dear Mr. Oglesby:

How about Mr. Ray Charles for the Croix? My memory doesn’t extend to any dreadful thing he has ever said that would discredit the South and few people have done more to popularize the various types of music common to the south – blues, jazz, country, rock & roll. I remember a television interview some years ago in which the interviewer asked him about money. Mr. Charles said he didn’t put too much value on money. “I can’t ride in but one car at a time, can’t sleep with but one woman at a time, can’t eat but one meal at a time. It doesn’t take so much money for that.” Or something very close.

Excellent choice, and he is still alive. As promised, when worthy nominees are put forth, the underperforming nominees will be yanked from the poll list (only 10 spots are available). Using the mighty power invested in me due to my status as North America's only marsupial blogger, I hereby say a tart-tongued "Goodbye!" to New York Times editor Howell Raines. Mr. Raines has garnered no votes in the past few days, and every time I think of the New York Times, I think of the Pace Picante Sauce commercial where the cowboys derisively say "NEW YORK CITY?!"

So, in his stead, Albany, Georgia's own Ray Charles.

posted by Terry at 2:26:00 PM

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