Light Up or Leave Me Alone

I'm on some kind of roll here, people. Here are today's playlists.

Log for first half of March 30th, 2006 show

Log for second half of March 30th, 2006 show

Today at work, I made a tremendous gaffe. I gently pulled aside a young co-worker and said, "Is there a chance that your clothes smell like pot? It's really strong and I don't know if the boss can smell it."

Turns out it wasn't him. Can you imagine how weird that could have been? He didn't care, I was lucky. But he could have assumed I was really just flat out accusing him of smoking a big, fat doober right before work or something and he could have been offended. He wasn't offended, thankfully. And really, if he smoked pot all the livelong day, *I* wouldn't be offended. I just thought, "Ut oh, I think I smell pot and I don't want co-worker to get into trouble." I should probably think before I speak. I'll try that NEXT TIME. *gleaming best intentions smile*


We both began sniffing the room, though, and we think that maybe one of the machines was just smelling funny because it hadn't been used in a while and it's a big, hulking, metal ramrod of a machine that generates a lot of heat. OR IT SMOKED A DOOBER.

At long last!

I finally have logs posted for my last two shows. Yaaay! They're messy! But stop being so critical! What, you've never been late for anything? Not a day in your life?

Come on! Be serious! Everyone's late now and then! Right? RIGHT?


You've already done your taxes, haven't you.





Log for first half of March 16th, 2006 show

Log for second half of March 16th, 2006 show


Log for first half of March 23rd, 2006 show

Log for second half of March 23rd, 2006 show

This Was Just on My Television

We see a little girl wandering into her parents' bedroom because she can't sleep.

A PUPPY narrates and says that the girl "lost her blankie and can't sleep without something soft... I can help!"

The puppy flops adorably down the hall, nosing a roll of toilet paper.

Cut to a shot of the girl sleeping soundly, WITH A ROLL OF TOILET PAPER NEXT TO HER FACE, as the puppy looks on.

I can't decide which look best describes mine when I see this commercial.



This one?














Or this one?















Yes, I think the first one.

This Is Why We Can't Have Nice Things (#1)

America, honey, please stop proving that stereotypes about our culture exist for a reason.

America #1: We're gun-toting!

Click here to learn what foreigners visualize when you say, "My grandma is so vivacious."

Here are some adorable images from the video above, if you can't get it to work:











































She's going to shoot him in his toodles, kids.


America #2: We're lard-soaked!

Click here to learn what will cause your next & final heart attack.

I've provided a few images in case the link has dried up. Click on the images to see them full-sized.



Look at it.
Go ahead!
LOOK AT YOUR FUTURE!

Bedspread

I saw most of the first episode of the incredible new show, Black.White. on FX last night. So far, the thing that strikes me the most about the show is how odd and insensitive (in an almost terrifying way) the white father (who is made up to be a black man) is. I say "terrifying" because he, so far, seems to have NO IDEA of how his words are affecting those around him. I was shocked that his own wife, let alone the black family with whom he's living, didn't get up and stuff an entire bedspread into his mouth to get him to be quiet a few times. His idea of how the N word could or should affect people suggested that he's not opening himself up to this experience yet. I think he feels like he "gets" being black after just a day. I felt strangely ashamed of and for him when he talked about it. I hope it turns out that he is a good, sensitive man who opens his mind and learns from the show.

Otherwise, this first episode made me feel that the white family, in general, might learn more from this experience than the black family. The mother of the black family brought up the excellent point that she, her family, and black people in general have had to exist in a world that is ubiquitously culturally white. Everywhere she goes, she can and does interact with white people and white culture. However, the white family has not had the experience of living in a country where black culture is omnipresent. Their experience of black people has been limited, so they will probably end up learning more from living with the black family.

Now onto music:
Gomez is consistently good. I have loved them for years and their new album, "How We Operate" is as good as I'd hoped. I've heard only maybe four songs from it so far, but am pleased, pleased, pleased.

The Winterpills are really working for me. Click on the linky for an NPR reviewof the Winterpills and hear a few of their songs, like "Laughing", which is my favorite so far. I want to wake up to that song every day.

The show was RIFE with good music today. Here are today's logs:

Log for first half of March 9th, 2006 show

Log for second half of March 9th, 2006 show

Boots

Today's show was going to be the best show I've ever done. I start every show thinking that. Then, within a few minutes, when I see that the telephone link to the traffic guy is being odd or that I've misplaced something or that I'm three minutes late, I give up and decide to make it the most fun show I've ever done.

It wasn't unfun, but maybe I should just now focus on making this the best blog entry I've ever blogentried. I'll start by posting today's incredibly sloppy music logs. Keep in mind, kids, your old Uncle Sarah is in one royal hurry while doing her show, so penmanship tends to fall by the wayside. Also, I'm probably a serial killer. That is another explanation for why my handwriting is so poor.

Here is today's log, front and back. Normally, there are more songs, but I had a lot of announcements today and managed to start the show a few minutes late.

Log for first half of March 2nd, 2006 show

Log for second half of March 2nd, 2006 show


Towards the end of the show, someone requested a song I haven't played in a long time. I found this album in the station a few years ago and played "These Boots Are Made for Walking" from it because it was, easily, the worst thing I had ever heard. It's so strange that, every now and then, a listener will call and ask me to play it again. How can I refuse? It's awful! Go ahead! Play the sample that Amazon has all loaded up for you!

I'm relieved that Crispin Glover doesn't always use his middle name ("Hellion") and that he has stopped covering Nancy Sinatra tunes.

P.S. Here is a link to me giggling unprofessionally at a song by Man Man.