In one Kurt Vonnegut novel, any time there was a coincidence, the main character would always repeat, "Busy, busy" as if the gods were hard at work connecting things throughout the cosmos. This has nothing to do with anything.
I am trying my damndest to post here at least twice a week, but the gods have been conspiring against me, loading me up with pneumonia and the like. Then, today, I actually thought I'd get some time to post some wild and wackiness, and then Amber's car takes a dump. Well, not literally. After spending most of the evening driving around Fayetteville shopping for a new car, I am left lacking time for much humorousity.
So I give you audio.
When Vending Machines Attack
A kid pulled a Snapple machine over on himself at school, and decided that he needs to sue the City of New York for $5 million for not warning him that he's a dumbass.
In other fun news, my HDTiVo is arriving tomorrow -----
Oh, no it isn't. The fine folks at Value Electronics decided to ship it to my old Michigan address, because I only told them of my new address 8 times. Understandable. Maybe Friday I am now told. Maybe by then, I'll have successfully fought off State Farm's attempt to triple my car insurance rates.
Yes, you read correctly.
Triple.
"Remember that quote we gave you for $480 over six months? Well, I didn't carry a one. It's more like $1580. We'll bill you for the difference."
No, what you will do is rip that money out of my cold, dead hands!
I gave them until lunch tomorrow to beat a Geico quote of $775. We'll see if they come through.
I know, I promised myself that I'd stop watching after the first few episodes clearly revealed the show to be nothing more than a sham. However, when you have a girlfriend who knows how to operate the TiVo, you don't have as much control over you viewing habits as you thought you would when you got to be an adult.
Having watched the final episode, Amber and I am torn between John Heffron and Gary Gulman as the winner. I'd have to say that as funny as Heffron was, Gary's material was fresher and more innovative than the standard relationship material of Heffron. That probably means that Heffron will win.
Also, Alonzo Bodden managed to surprise me once again. In each of the last competitions, I expected nothing, and he blew me away. Tonight, I expected much and he pulled up lame. Why, Alonzo, why?
P.S. If you just feel the need to get angry about something, read this story. I was left completely without words. Did you just steal everything I own right in front of me? After telling me you would do it? I think murder is an acceptable response on behalf of this couple. I wouldn't convict them.
I cannot possibly express how psyched I am that the football season is starting. I get to see all of the Giants preseason games this year, with NFL network and DirecTV, and I get to see Eli manning slowly but steadily beat out Kurt Warner for the starting job. In addition, I just found out a great new site for stat geeks like myself, Football Outsiders.
Amber and I survived Hurricane Charley this weekend, and I am thankful for the bad weather because it gave me ample time to actually figure out how to hack my brandy-new HD TiVo. Oh, yes - the months (actually, years) of waiting are over, and I can finally time-shift High Definition content. For some, this ranks as either confusing or at the very least, extremely boring. For the select few, like myself, it is one of the great accomplishments of the 21st century.
Unfortunately, it took me almost a full week to get the damn thing hacked and on the network. I now can access it via telnet and FTP from my computer, so full hackitude is but a few days away.
In wildly unrelated news, I'm trying to come up with a domain name for the web-hosting thing. I was thinking along the lines of morningshowhosting.com or radioshowhosting.com as they have a little double meaning thing going on. Any suggestions that would be viable solutions?
Please check them out to see if they are available first.
As if I needed another reminder that corporate America really doesn't have my best interests in mind (besides the whole you get no health insurance until you've worked here for three months, and the whole "Are you really leaving for the day after only having been here for eight hours? Your workday only started at 5AM, plus you only have to work for five hours every OTHER weekend! I mean, we're paying you almost 2/3rds of the average state wage!"), Hurricane Charley came through the other day. No real damage, but it dumped an unbelievable amount of water on the area Sunday.
Well, no real damage until I opened Tracy's (my fellow morning show host) office. She was out on vacation, so no one noticed that the roof was leaking into her office. The water pooled on the carpet over the weekend, then turned to mold and mildew Monday and Tuesday. By Tuesday afternoon, the entire building smelled so bad that it was impossible to work in there. Imagine running a marathon while it rains. And it's 90 degrees out. Now take you socks off and put them in a cool, dark place for a few days, preferrably crumpled up. Now, have those socks surgically implanted into the lining of your nose. That's about what it smells like before you enter the building.
Now, Tracy is expected to work in that office, which I expect at the bare minimum is a health-hazard, but also is quite the insult. Why an insult? Because the response to the mess was to open her office door and put a box fan near it. The carpet is ruined and probably carries the bubonic plague. However, the crack team at work decided that "she'll be fine" - or more accurately probably never really thought about it. She had to go out to the store and buy her own disinfectant to at least reduce her chances of dying by a carpet-bourne disease to about 50/50.
Now, most people would just rip out the carpet. I understand if it takes awhile to get it replaced, becasue there was no notice, but why not rip it out now? There's a floor underneath. Plus, shouldn't insurance cover the damage anyway? At a bare minimum, bring somebody in to professionally clean it and kill all of the bacteria that now teems within its mass. But no, let's just leave it there to wallow in its damp stink and hope that if I catch something, I catch it before my insurance starts. Tomorrow begins day three of having to hold my breath any time I walk down the hall. At least she brought in an apple-cinnamon air freshener to make the studio palatable.
Oh, and just to be clear, this post in no way represents the views of Cumulus.
