Dreamcatcher

It's been two months since my last post here, so I've decided to delete all the archives and start anew. The original concept wasn't really working anyway. Not that I have a new concept or anything. As a tribute to the original Moonshine Mountain, here are some of my favorite lines from the now-deleted archives, presented completely devoid of context. Reads sort of like a Larry King column, actually...
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Some PR guy just called to see if I'd be interested in interviewing Rob Schneider on Monday. I can hardly think of anything I'd enjoy less.
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It seems he was more the sort of crazy person who tries to send his messages through a wooden puppet rather than explosives.
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This particular Motel 6 seemed to be a front for drug dealers, biker gangs and carnival workers. And the ice machine didn't work. And they don't sell beer in Tyler.
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Harrah's! The Horseshoe! The Hollywood Casino! This is sort of sensory overload, considering that an hour earlier I'd been wandering alone in the woods looking for sasquatch poop.
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Once you've seen Maximum Overdrive, you know you've pretty much reached rock bottom.
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Can we agree that 105 degrees is too hot?
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I'm no Jeff Probst and never claimed to be.
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When you see such names as Harry Dean Stanton, Arthur Godfrey, Fred Willard, Billy Carter, Rory Calhoun and Avery Schreiber in the opening credits, you can't help but think this is a movie worth watching. But you would be wrong.

and my very first post ever...

Last week I purchased a cell phone. Today I started my own blog. Next week I may look into this color television I've been hearing about lately.