451am on Monday morning. I've been out of the host chair for nine consecutive days. Getting ready to ride bike to work. Since we, the three or four of you and me, have this new smartphone way of communicating, I'll try to post some video of the tunnel under 80-94. It's kinda cool.
36 degrees and cloudy.
So after a peaceful bike ride to work... I arrived and there was no Comcast connection to the tower. All radio is good, just some is better than others.
6:16am. Random Sunday thoughts.
Search twitter for "AM Revitalization" and see what you come up with. That's how little anyone cares.
I'm so bored after a week of not being on the air that I'm reading "Radio Programming and Branding" by Gary Begin. He suggests that morning hosts take a comedy improv class. Imagine that.
I have pissed off so many people recently that I'm starting to doubt myself as a human being. Oh, I forgot. I'm not a human being. I'm a radio host.
10:25 Saturday morning. MX has been calling in to the radio shows on WJOB since day one that we bought the station in 2004. Once, while we didn't have any money to hire anyone else so Alexis and I ran the station ourselves, MX drove his motorcycle into the hallway outside of the studio and revved his engine to all 250 of the cc's available on his dirt bike. He did this while I was on the air. Our fault. We left the front door open.
MX was once a big deal on the motocross circuit. My cousins, Keith and Kevin Brown, were also once a big deal on the motocross circuit. My late uncle Charlie drove them around the country to race. One of their biggest heroes growing up?
You guessed it. MX, then known as Perry Stabler, union steelworker. He's gone from that rather honorable profession to 1. calling in to the radio station and 2. making political cartoons of a sort. I in no way endorse what some may find as harsh criticisms and questionable philosophies behind the cartoons. Still, there's no denying that he's gone from motocross champ to steelworker to political cartoonist and, one way or another, he's been pretty good at all three. Let's take a break from all this Comcast morass. Click Read More for the full Monty.
So we had a pretty American Thanksgiving. Alexis cooked a 22-pound turkey. My sister Jennifer cooked a 13-pound turkey. Sister-in-law Michelle brought a salad. My dad and Kalli brought a couple of pies. Alexis's brother Victor brought some "pan dulce" and her parents made some really good salsa. After dinner we sang "Happy Birthday" to niece Megan and step-son Steve.
That's all really good news, and it made for a lot of photos on my Nikon D3200. As thankful as I am for all of this - family, love, radio, and raisin-filled stuffing - the surprising treat of the night came at 11:01pm. That's when, with fourth and goal from the 8-yard-line, Packers quarterback Aaron Rodgers rolled out left and fired a pass into the end zone... and it was just out of reach of the Packers receiver.
Bears win. Bears win. Green Bay had won the last 11 out of 12, and tonight's game was setting up for another heartbreak. But somehow we won and ever since then I've been trying to go to sleep but can't.