You may or my not like what I might or might not have said

Thought I’d give this a shot.
According to my inbox, it seems as though the universe is urging me to revisit my days on The Pine Log as the entertainment editor.
I’m not being given a fancy title or anything, everyone just keeps forwarding me all the e-mails they don’t feel like messing with. ;-/
I’ve been receiving updates about everything, including local concerts, indie documentaries and... well, let’s just call them “non-traditional entertainment based events.” Everyone’s got something to do, and they all want someone to come do it with them. So feel free to send me an e-mail if you’d like me to include that you and your buddies will be puttin’ back a few cold ones on your tailgate in the events calendar.
All I’ve got is time, so send me whatever you feel like. Have you been producing your own Web-based video show? Are you about to release a new album? Are you promoting a rave? Give me three or four fake locations to confuse the cops so they won’t find it.
Just kidding officers. ;D -m
Do you have a new art exhibit opening? Help me let people know about it so that people will come to it. Because if people come to your art show, they might buy your stuff. And if they buy your stuff, then you can eat, and who doesn’t like that?
Speaking of food... that belongs on the food page, so feel free not to send me e-mails about your restaurant’s new menu.... Unless you want me to come by and sample the new items. I do that kind of work pro bono.
All jokes aside, help me get the word out about your events or i’ll just have to write about what I’m doing, and since no one reads my blog, I’m pretty sure that’s not gonna sell any ads, or your art.
See, look what you did. Now we’re both broke and not eating, all because you were too lazy to take five minutes out of your day and send me a press release. Let’s do each other a favor and keep ourselves off of Sally Struthers commercials.
I think this is gonna work out just fine.
So your homework over the weekend (if you haven’t already) is to hand the movie theatre $8.50 for an “Avatar” ticket, put on your 3-D glasses and then spend two-and-a-half-hours letting James Cameron tell you subliminally that, “You actually do like this movie.”
Next weekend, I’m assigning all Avatards to watch the “Star Wars” of my generation. It’s called “Star Wars.”