Sigh. Today is a sad day in the SOTL living rooms offices. KC’s Most Important Social Networkingish “Media” Site, which apparently doubles as a print publication called Ink, has finally selected its “frink” panel. You know, the group of young, hip, good-looking Kansas Citians who can make intelligent comments about the future of the city? And what the city needs? It’s a million-dollar idea — and a group we had hoped to be a part of. But alas, it was not to be. We don’t see a single SOTL staff member amongst the 40 people selected. But we do see the aforementioned intelligent comm — oh, wait: More Taco John’s. There are three very polarizing locations in the metro area as of now: Blue Springs, Bonner Springs and way down south on 151st Street in Kansas. One in downtown KCMO would be awesome. Um… yeah. Thanks, Ink. Well, at least you didn’t give us any faux hawks or anyth — oh, Jesus.
Meet Shane, “Frink” Panelist. Shane is determined to find a way to brag about his world travels with only the loosest connection to KC. Oh, good!
Real mass transit. Almost every major city in the world has a viable system of public transportation.
I remember stepping out of the airport in Munich, Germany, and with as much German as one can learn from the movie “Die Hard,” found the subway, bought a ticket, and was whisked away all through the city. It couldn’t have been easier.
Who else is a “frink” All-Star worthy of the panel? Well, we can only use people who will make logical, well-reasoned suggestions about what will improve our city’s civic value. What does “Graham Shafer” have to say?
Two words: porcupine racetrack. Sigh. Very helpful.
But wait, what’s this? An SOTL Ink mini-celebrity is among the panelists? Who could it be? No! It’s unfunny Michael Gomez, professional cocky person and nemesis of gonzo blogger Momar Van Der Camp!
Could he possibly have something of value to offer? No. Just another lame attempt at humor.
I would like to see KC sneak into the closet of one of its Midwest siblings like Chicago, put on some big-boy clothes and at least pretend to be grown-up.
We have this innate need, an almost insatiable desire, to indulge in stagnation.
What is the cause of this fear of metropolitan adulthood? Was this town neglected, abused, bad-touched as a kid?
Whatever the hell it was let’s get it into some therapy. I think the line best suited for this town is from my buddy Dustin Kaufman.
“When you’re dead, you’re dead, so don’t be a pussy.”
Just incredibly helpful. Bravo, Ink, as always.
I remember stepping out of the airport in Munich (GERMANY (Europe)), at a time when Shane’s sentence structure had yet to hurt me so deeply.
Looks like Shane left his collared shirt in Der Rhineland.
Silly Americans! Europeans don’t wear ties with collared shirts.