|A fountain in a Bangkok garden|
Today's post is the 700th here. Now, I freely admit some aren't much more than place holders, and I've missed my share of days when I've been out of town, but 700 is still worthy of mention, I think. Those 700 posts have included just a few dozen shy of 2,000 photos, and those have been the most enjoyable part of putting the posts together.
I know I could probably have done a post most every day - posts can be prepared in advance and scheduled to auto-post in the future - but everyone's time is valuable and to merely post filler pinched from the internet having nothing to do with Thailand doesn't show much respect for you regulars, so I choose not to... with rare exceptions, and today's is one of them.
So... that makes me a member of the "700 Club", the way I see it.
By the 700 club I most certainly don't mean to imply any affiliation with the religious program of the same name, but I sincerely doubt any fans of that mindless pap reads this, anyway. If you do, I have one piece of advice regarding your association with those folks: RUN! Turn off the television and back away.
Since I like to include a story of some sort as often as possible, let me share my favorite story about Pat Robertson (then main host of The 700 Club) and Jerry Falwell, even if it does qualify for the "Outside of Thailand" label.
On September 13th, 2001 - two days after what's become known as 9/11 - Robertson had Falwell on the show. The clip below speaks for itself:
There was a stiff breeze shortly after this was broadcast - from the frantic backpedaling - but I personally didn't believe a bit of it. It was like a Saturday Night Live comedy sketch gone horribly wrong, but it obviously wasn't meant to be humorous.
So to recap: the blog is now a member of the 700 club, but not The 700 Club.