How Can She be So Skinny and Live So Phat?

It's gorgeous, right? I know, it really is. I'm delighted with this place and have the guilty, wonderful, nervous feeling that I've really stumbled onto a FIND. I feel LUCKY. It's making me nervous in that "dog-anxiously- hunkering-over-meat
-found-in-garbage" kind of way.

Despite my acknowledged glee, I can't deny that I'm deep in the middle of a boxed scavenger hunt. Each day, I go on a mission to find one particular item. Boxes get opened and rifled through, and out of guilt and nothing else, I place maybe three items in a cabinet or a drawer somewhere, telling myself that I'm really making some progress on this unpacking thing.

I know it takes more than three days to unpack after a move and I'm not one of those insane people who has everything JUST SO immediately. Unpacking takes two months (at least) for a one bedroom apartment. If I lived in a house and had roommates, a husband, or children, I'd up that to eight months (at least). I know that most 4-person families who move from one house to another end up with never-unpacked boxes in the basement until well after the children have graduated and moved into their own apartments or homes. Then, the children become seasoned adults with their own never-unpacked boxes and go through their childhood homestead boxes when it's time to think about moving the parents to a one bedroom apartment where they don't have to worry about climbing stairs. Such is the cycle of life/boxes. This reads like a metaphor for "personal baggage," but is, in fact, not. I'm really just talking about how people are slow to unpack.

Segues are for jerks! In a radical shift of subject, I present, The YouTube Video That my Friend Liz Cannot Stop Watching. This video has been around for a good while, but it has staying power. I revisit it every few months. It really is just like a mini-mall. Hey, hey.


And here, faster than you can say "Montgomery" in three syllables, are my playlists from the last two shows:

Log for first part of April 19th, 2007 show
(It was Radiothon! Thanks for your pledges!)

Log for second part of April 19th, 2007 show
(You gave us money! Thanks for supporting WVUD.)

and

Log for first part of April 26th, 2007 show

Log for second part of April 26th, 2007 show



P.S. Auditions are rough.

Déjà Vu

It's funny, I remember being here before. The movers come tomorrow to haul my prodigious amount of stuff over to my new apartment. Remember my fabulous loft bed that Maurice put together for me? Well, I've taken it apart with a fancy power drill and a socket set I bought at Home Depot. I'm so proud of this socket set. Proud enough to mention it to you folks.

Annnnyway. There is one, tiny screw left in this loft bed, holding the headboard to the main piece. The head of said screw is all stripped out so I can't drill it out. This remarkably tenacious screw is making my life very difficult. I suspect I will triumph, regardless.

Good news coming: Talking to my new landlords is like holding a sleeping puppy. But only because I feel so soothed and content. For heaven's sake, they fed me cheesecake and tea when I went to sign the lease. CHEESECAKE AND TEA, PEOPLE.

You know what word is funny? Zamboni.
God, I'm sleepy.

Radiothon 2007

It's Radiothon time again! I'll be on the air tomorrow, trolling for dollars in the most polite way I know how. I'll also, of course, be playing lots of good music, as I don't like to clutter up my show with too much blather. The small amount of blather you'll endure tomorrow is for a good cause, obviously, so please do what you can to help out listener-supported WVUD, 91.3, in Newark, Delaware. It's one champ of a little radio station and has been serving the area for decades.


Now, for your amusement, go to YouTube and watch the Beatles prance about on stage in 1964, in a faux-Shakespearean performance.

Smurfin Not Rehearsin

My apartment will soon look like this. I can't wait. Tired of hearing about how I'm moving to a fabulous new apartment yet? GOOD. I'm not done. Not by a longshot.

Now, I hate to promote the wasting of company time, but this site has some funny stuff on it. I'm not even all that into cats. Unless they're talkin' jive and causin' trouble.

And here, with more biff than you can bonk,
are two weeks' worth of playlists:

Log for first part of April 5th, 2007 show

Log for second part of April 5th, 2007 show

and

Log for first part of April 12th, 2007 show

Log for second part of April 12th, 2007 show

Biff Bonk!

Good Things Come to Those Who Complain Incessantly for an Entire Year

Holy heck, people. I have a new apartment. I am crazily excited. Last night, I was so giddy that I couldn't get to sleep until nearly 2am. I know that seems extreme, or, at the very least, painfully childlike, but you have to understand how sad and grumpy I've become in my current home. The shocking contrast of feeling so elated kept me wide awake.


I'd like to write at length about the process of finding this new place and all of the strange and fortuitous things that led me to it, but I'm too excited right now.

Let the packing begin!

Finally

And here, just barely faster than it took this guy to learn his new trick, are three weeks' worth of playlists:

Log for first part of March 15th, 2007 show

Log for second part of March 15th, 2007 show

and

Log for first part of March 22nd, 2007 show

Log for second part of March 22nd, 2007 show

and

Log for first part of March 29th, 2007 show

Log for second part of March 29th, 2007 show
A note about the second part of March 29th's playlist: I don't know what that schmutz is on the playlist there, but, in an effort to provide you with an authentic radio-playlist-viewing experience, I've not photoshopped it out. Also, I tend to throw things and mash food into my hair while on the air. Mrowrrf.


I gotta tell ya, I feel better already. These playlists have been weighing me down. Thanks to this animator, Justin, who supplied me with a perfect image of exhaustion without even knowing it.