Your Cowtown Revolutionizes Online World

Finally, what we’ve all been waiting for: the launch of Your Cowtown. For weeks Sacramentans have wondered what online wonders the new site would present, then we played the cow-tipping game until we were masters (though I could never get past 1 cow until it timed out. What the dealio?). Now we have the full site, and all our questions are answered. In what is absolutely the biggest shocker since the Webber trade, the site is brought to us by…the Maloofs? KCRA? the Money Store? Sony? Sorry, it’s Crystal Dairy!

The site features the classic “Cow Tippin” game, a link out to Crystal Cream & Butter Company’s site, a tool for getting home delivery of dairy products (welcome to the 1950s!), a retail locator, and the two strangest things I’ve seen in a long time: a call for “columnists” (on a dairy producer’s site?) and a “Create a Blog” feature which is actually just a guestbook. What’s next, a screen of brain-hemorrage inducing dancing cows?

Don’t get me wrong: I loves me some Crystal products. For your money, Crystal ice cream is the way to go, unless you want high-quality ice cream in nice-looking packaging that doesn’t fall apart when touched. But seriously. Great milk, top-notch. And now a great website to boot!

Griego Erwin…Out

Today Bee Executive Editor Rick Rodriguez announced that local Metro section columnist Diana Griego Erwin has resigned (registration required…why exactly?), amid an internal investigation into allegedly falsified sources in her columns. This is the groundbreaking thinker behind “male testosterone and sports may cause fighting.”

When I was a junior in high school, Erwin followed my Catholic youth group to Denver for World Youth Day, when the Pope (JPII, not Dick One-Six as I like to call him) came to America. I’m sure her dispatches are lost to the dustbin of the microfiche room of history, but I will always remember her at Mile High Stadium, looking down the aisle at my group of about six, clearly not being as excited and experiencing the required amount of religious fervor, and saying something along the lines of “I can’t believe you guys are not getting excited!”

Now I wonder–and I realize a trip to aforementioned microfiche room could verify this–if she went home and wrote about a different youth group of made up teenagers who rent their garments and sprouted Stigmata at the sight of the Pope mobile?

(N.B. I do not mean any disrespect toward the Pope or toward religious people in general. I loves me some church every week and I think John Paul II was one of the greatest men of the 20th Century.)