What a week. Actually, what a month. Things have been hecticker than hectic here... and that's how I like it. Sort of. Nothing is worse than sitting around with nothing to do. (Of course, I haven't had nothing to do for many, many years.) Having too much to do is a little stressful, and I often feel like my overall productivity decreases if there's too much on my plate... like my brain thinks about all there is to do and has trouble focusing that energy on actually doing that all.
Anyway:
How about Super Tuesday?
I have a confession to make so I can tell a story. On my morning drive, my radio station (Indie 103.1) fades out right as I leave the city*, so I switch over to Ryan Seacrest's craptravaganza morning show, which is, despite its ultra-embarrassingly low quality, the least of evils on my venture into Ventura.
On Tuesday morning, Hillary effin' Clinton called in. I mean, ANY politician calling his show is humiliating, because it means he/she thinks it's a good way of reaching the people. (Seacrest asked some really hard-hitting questions about "pants v. skirts" or something.) Apparently, she's going for the retard vote.
Okay. So it gets better. Five minutes later, Ted effing Kennedy called and talked to Seacrest. I guess the Obama camp has a group tracking Hillary's every move and countering it. So my humiliation was doubled.
People, I couldn't have dreamed up the third element of what became the Super Tuesday Trifecta of Idiocy: Presumably after getting wind of the disenchanted KIIS-FM listeners, who complained that Ted Kennedy is not Obama and Obama should have called himself, Barack called the station in the evening (when I was headed home... still outside the city, of course), during a show called "JoJo on the Radio."
If my disdain for Ryan Seacrest and his morning show is a five, the pure eye-rolling horror of "JoJo..." clocks in at least a ten. Imagine Obama being prepped by the talent booker: "Okay, Barack. You'll be talking with JoJo, and maybe his sidekicks BoyToy Jesse and Fat Daniel will be making potty jokes and using fart sounds in the background. It'll be hilarious."
What would have been hilarious--making the candidates name one song or one artist from the KIIS playlist. (Hey, that would be simple: They rotate only about ten hits at a time. And I'm not exaggerating.)
*What is up with Indie 103.1? It's like they found the exact wattage that broadcasts only to the city limit in all directions. I thought it was an exclusivity thing, but I listen to Jonesy on iTunes digital at work.
Anyway:
How about Super Tuesday?
I have a confession to make so I can tell a story. On my morning drive, my radio station (Indie 103.1) fades out right as I leave the city*, so I switch over to Ryan Seacrest's craptravaganza morning show, which is, despite its ultra-embarrassingly low quality, the least of evils on my venture into Ventura.
On Tuesday morning, Hillary effin' Clinton called in. I mean, ANY politician calling his show is humiliating, because it means he/she thinks it's a good way of reaching the people. (Seacrest asked some really hard-hitting questions about "pants v. skirts" or something.) Apparently, she's going for the retard vote.
Okay. So it gets better. Five minutes later, Ted effing Kennedy called and talked to Seacrest. I guess the Obama camp has a group tracking Hillary's every move and countering it. So my humiliation was doubled.
People, I couldn't have dreamed up the third element of what became the Super Tuesday Trifecta of Idiocy: Presumably after getting wind of the disenchanted KIIS-FM listeners, who complained that Ted Kennedy is not Obama and Obama should have called himself, Barack called the station in the evening (when I was headed home... still outside the city, of course), during a show called "JoJo on the Radio."
If my disdain for Ryan Seacrest and his morning show is a five, the pure eye-rolling horror of "JoJo..." clocks in at least a ten. Imagine Obama being prepped by the talent booker: "Okay, Barack. You'll be talking with JoJo, and maybe his sidekicks BoyToy Jesse and Fat Daniel will be making potty jokes and using fart sounds in the background. It'll be hilarious."
What would have been hilarious--making the candidates name one song or one artist from the KIIS playlist. (Hey, that would be simple: They rotate only about ten hits at a time. And I'm not exaggerating.)
*What is up with Indie 103.1? It's like they found the exact wattage that broadcasts only to the city limit in all directions. I thought it was an exclusivity thing, but I listen to Jonesy on iTunes digital at work.
