Filled With Shame!

And here, like a big fat elephant rump that you haven't seen in months but could never actually forget about entirely, is today's playlist.



Log for first part of October 7, 2010 show

Log for second part of October 7, 2010 show

Doggies Have it Rough

And here, faster
than you can
completely
humiliate
your dog,
is today's playlist:










Log for first part of
October 29th, 2009 show

Log for second part of
October 29th, 2009 show


Arf.

One Reason to Love and/or Hate a Dog

Three reasons to love and/or hate your DJ =
Playlists for the last three weeks:

Log for first part of October 8th, 2009 show

Log for second part of October 8th, 2009 show



Log for first part of October 1st, 2009 show

Log for second part of October 1st, 2009 show



Log for first part of September 24th, 2009 show

Log for second part of September 24th, 2009 show

Totally Committed, Absolutely

Don't get me wrong, I love a seven-month nap as much as the next guy, but it felt right to fire up the blog today. I think I could really commit to posting things every wee-Zzzzz



And here, after a long winter's nap, are playlists from the last two shows:


Log for first part of June 11th, 2009 show

Log for second part of June 11th, 2009 show


Log for first part of May 28th, 2009 show

Log for second part of May 28th, 2009 show

Panacea

Click the link following this sentence.

You're welcome.

Run!

And here, faster than a dog named Bullet, is today's playlist:

Log for first part of July 12th, 2007 show

Log for second part of July 12th, 2007 show

Thanks so much to Steve for coming to visit me during my show this morning. He always brings interesting and new music, as well as a few solid, dry jokes. I have a great time with him. You can listen to his show on Tuesday nights from 8pm to 10pm, on 91.3FM, WVUD.

Monkey Dulcimer

I helped my friend Ryan move last weekend. His cat has this little monkey toy (it squeaks!) that she loves. She sort of tore it apart and I sewed it back together rather roughly with some black thread. Here is the inimitable monkey, perched on a hammered dulcimer. "Why does Ryan have a hammered dulcimer?", you might ask. I'm not sure, but I suspect it's for the purpose of rocking out.

Interestingly, if you follow the above Wikipedia link and read the definition for "Dulcimer," you'll learn that "Dulcimer" was the code name used for the iPod during production. You can go ahead and whip that one out at parties without giving me or Wikipedia credit. We don't mind. We're cool like that.

And here, faster than you can rip the stitches out of your monkey while gleefully ignoring the death rattle coming from his squeaker, is today's playlist:

Log for first part of July 5th, 2007 show

Log for second part of July 5th, 2007 show




Here is a very somber and artful picure of Ryan's cat, Neko.









Not to be outdone, here is a somber, yet not artful, picture of my beloved, departed sheepdog, Tosh (with her summer haircut). Who would have come completely unglued if she'd ever met Neko.





P.S. This is how tough Philly is: They cancelled the fireworks at the art museum due to rain. They waited a little while, and, though it hadn't stopped raining, they went ahead and did the fireworks anyway. After thousands of people had left. Oh, Philadelphia. You merry prankster, you.

Absent!

I didn't do the show today! I was busy being stuck in the ice in my parking lot, spinning my wheels (no metaphor here). My landlord eventually helped to push me out when he got to his nearby office. What a guy. Sorry, folks! I'll be on the air next week, playing happy songs.




P.S. Think Spring:

And Curse Sir Walter Raleigh (with pictures)

I'm tired and I'm cranky and I've decided that this post is going to be a little bit whiney and a lot disjointed. I've also decided that I'm going to use every picture on my computer that I can find. Also, I'm tired.


By the way, don't read. God will punish you for it. (I just *told* you that I'm using every image. Don't get haughty. Of course I don't *really* believe that God will smite you for reading. But I do believe that we are made in his image and that we are, therefore, legos.)


Yesterday's show went fairly well. I played quite a few electronica songs, which isn't really like me. They were there, I liked them well enough, and I was tired and a bit cranky yesterday, too, so I wasn't going to go crazy looking for just the right song.

Here are playlists for my last TWO shows. I'd apologize for taking so long to post them, but I'm tired and cranky.

Log for first half of June 15th, 2006 show
Log for second half of June 15th, 2006 show


Log for first half of June 22nd, 2006 show
Log for second half of June 22nd, 2006 show


Now, back to the pictures. THIS is the disturbing image one sees sometimes when logging onto Yahoo! Mail. I refuse to post it in this blog, as I find it abhorrent. Feel free to click on the link to view it. I actually wrote them a complaint letter about the image, as it showed up for me EVERY DAY when I logged on, even though the pictures are supposed to appear in some sort of rotation. This picures makes me cranky.



This picture helps undo some of that crankiness. Remember when I showed you the Atlanta, Georgia panda hanging out next to his hammock before? Well, here he is again, IN the hammock, as seen on the Atlanta Panda Cam on June 14th, 2006. I don't know why watching this lazy bear sleep in a hammock pleases me so, but I'm glad he's there. He doesn't look cranky. That's nice. Here's another bear in a hammock that doesn't look cranky. My friend Ryan sent that link to me, knowing my penchant for all things bearish and hammocky.

This has been good for me. I've posted some pictures, I've scanned my playlists, I've nearly gotten over the trauma of a video that Ryan showed me on the internet [if you really want to see it and be traumatized, you'll have to ask. I'm not posting it...], and I believe I'm very nearly not cranky anymore.


In celebration of this fact, I give you this adorable picture of yours truly as a youngster, with my beloved dog, Devon. I think I was about 4 in the picture, so Devon was 4, as well. My Uncle Hu was probably asking me to hold her so that he could snap the picture (Devon wasn't much for standing still when there was romping to be done outside), and it appears that I am pulling her lips off while trying to subdue her. I promise you, though, that I loved that dog dearly and would never have (knowingly) pulled her lips off. Not even if I were very cranky.

An interesting thing about Devon was her incredible speed. That dog ran like the wind, and often. She routinely managed to escape from the house and would chase our car great distances before we noticed that she was behind us, on the road, running with the panicked fervor that only a dog who is desperately trying to catch her family can know. Once, the vet said that he wondered if she might have a little bit of Greyhound in her, as he'd heard tell of her speed and noticed that her hips were a bit high, much like the racing dogs'. We knew her to be primarily a German Shepherd and Black Labrador mix, but, thereafter, I boasted to anyone who met her that there was a very good chance that she was part Greyhound. Her nickname, given to her by my brother Andy and me as children, was "Devvie Doggie."