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Podcasting
Jan 14th
I had fun yesterday at the podcast thing. What do I call that? Recording? Although I only speak during the Wingin’ It and Wingin’ It voice mail shows, I’m there for a couple of other podcasts. Silent studio audience, donchaknow. If you’re at all interested in the latest news and information in the Sci-Fi’osphere, you should listen to Slice of Sci-Fi. They talk about TV/movies/events coming up and stuff. And if you like new book release information and interviews with authors, check out The Dragon Page. Young adult stuff and teacher comments on The Dragon Page with Class. Far Point Media is adding a bunch more podcasts soon, too. Keep an eye out for the Zombie Channel. They’re just getting started on that one.
But Wingin’ It is still my favorite. I made a funny yesterday!
Joe was there yesterday. He announced the latest Doctor’s findings, and well, its not gonna end all sunshine and roses, but he shouldn’t end anytime soon either. I wish there was something I could do for him. He’s such a nice guy.
Summer doesn’t scare me so much anymore. I have no idea why I find her so intimidating. Maybe because she’s so smart. I dunno. Not too many people actually intimidate me. Kris made a banana bread to die for. Seriously, that woman can bake. I think I had more than my fair share.
I’m going next week.
Tag in the Seam
Dec 19th
Leann talks about her theories on why she could rob a bank full of male employees using only her boobs.
This woman is funny. I’ve been listening to her podcast for a while, and I think you should, too.
Today was an interesting day.
Jun 24th
The morning was no big shits, except I actually took a shower when I was home alone. Which I never do. Seriously, have you seen Psycho?
Then I went to Draco Vista Studios to hang out. And Michael talked me into actually speaking up. So if you download the Wingin’ It feed coming up this week you’ll hear my sad, weeny little voice. I just started getting the hang of speaking directly into the mike and it was time to go.
Twas fun!
Then I picked up Ginnie from Casey’s and headed towards home. The 101 to the 202 was all screwed up construction-wise so I took the 60 home and it slowed down and eventually stopped due to construction, too. Some Chickie came down an entrance ramp a bit too fast and slammed into my ass. I was like, watching her in the rear view mirror and knew it was coming. Fuck. So I pull as far over as I can (3 whole inches left next to the concrete barricades) and send Ginnie back to tell her to take the next exit and also check out my rear. She said she didn’t see anything, but I could see in my mirror that Chickie’s front end was screwed. So we pull into a shopping center at the next exit and I must say:
I LOVE MY FUCKING CAR! GO LAND ROVER!
Oh, the right-bottom brake light cover is a little chipped away, but I saw no other damage. Her Ford Focus on the other hand, was fucked. The hood, windshield, bumper, both headlights and grill were crunched bad! Poor kid. But, she accepts full blame, we’re both cheerful about it and she says she’ll pay for my brake light cover. No sweat.
Can’t wait to see how the rest of the night goes. Buck’s going out to play pool so maybe he’ll hustle tons of money.
Sat'day
May 13th
Way interesting day. Woke up late and was sitting here at the computer (continuing recovery crap) and got a strange call from Candice’s Mom. You’ve remember Candice? Max’s on again/off again girlfriend. Off at the moment apparently, though gee ’round Christmas he was talking about marriage. Anywho, the girl got pulled over last night, which led to arrest in Mesa, which led to running her name, which led to the two felony warrants. I’ve only spoken to her mother once years ago and that was to argue about the “kids having sex!” *gasp* Long story. So today she calls me and asks me if I could accompany her to the Police Department to see what the facts are and if she can do anything for her kid. Which of course, I do. Cuz I’m a nice person. Yeah. She’s locked up tight, transferred to county lockup today (Google Sheriff Joe Arpaio to see what that’s like) and her car’s impounded for at least 30 days. I didn’t see her but Candice told her mother she only had a half a glass of wine. CoughBullshitCough. I love Candice dearly, but the girl is seriously in a downward spiral lately.
Back home, called Max and left a message and decided to drive over to Draco Vista Studios to hang out with Michael and Evo while they taped (is that what you call it when they don’t actually TAPE, but digitally record?) Wingin’ It. So if you listen to next week’s show you might hear me giggle a bit. These guys are funny. Plus I met Summer and Joe, from the Kick Ass Mystic Ninjas and Jack Mangan from Deadpan. Oh and Charlie the Beer Guy. Lots of fun had by all . . .
Except the drive. Jezuz Cripes, how on earth do people manage to get photo radar tickets for driving over 100 mph when I can’t get over 70 on a freakin’ Saturday afternoon? I average 75-80 on the highway. Get the hell out my way.
Came home and Buck and I went to Olive Garden for dinner. Ginnie will be peeved because she’s been bugging me for weeks.
We got our Federal tax back today. Tried, tried to get Buck to find a decent pair of slacks at Burlington Coat Factory. He did pick out a couple of nice shirts. We wants to dress nice when he goes to this rich guy’s house to play pool, but he doesn’t want to actually SHOP for any.
