(This is a re-print. I published it so long ago, though, I feel it's not really cheating you to put it out here again. Considering the source [me] it's surprisingly good advice.) *************************************************************** Many years ago, when I graduated from broadcasting school and I was first looking for work in (logically enough) broadcasting, I sent out demo tapes to a ...

(photo from FoodAndPaper ) Apparently, I'm not everyone's cup of tea. As a matter of fact, it appears that I'm some folk's beef guts. Yesterday's rant - which concerned the buying of milk, and whether or not it should be put into a bag upon checkout - garnered many interesting comments. Those made at this website were uniformly nice in tone, even when ...

MY WIFE thinks I’m crazy. She believes I’m the only person in the world that is pissed off by what I’m going to write about here. I don’t think so. I think a whole bunch of folks might be torqued about this, but most of us don’t speak up about it. It’s not something that the fate of the world is hinging upon, and it’s easily forgotten until the next time it happens, so that may be why nobody ...

Well, it's that time of year again. Mothers Day is this Sunday. As well, my Mom's birthday is a week from today. So, once again I am taking the cheap way out and re-publishing the following piece, rather than buying my Mom a Mothers Day card. I rather tediously go on about this sort of thing in the first three paragraphs of what follows. However, as further proof that I am not a hideous son, I ...

When last I left you, I had no voice. Or, at least, I had very little voice. This was not a good thing. I use my voice to make my living. I had lost my voice via the expedient of shouting exhortations and curses. This was during game seven of the Boston Celtics NBA playoff series against the Atlanta Hawks. The exhortations, which were directed towards the Celtics, and the curses, which were ...

Yesterday, I left off at the old-time radio reenactment. One more bit to talk about concerning that, then on to Sunday. Many moons ago, when I worked as a security guard (a tale I'll tell someday soon) I struggled to find things that would keep me awake and alert. This is because I almost exclusively worked the midnight to 8 shift. My favorite nights to work were Friday and Saturday. This is ...

Now is the winter of our discontent - Shakespeare, from Richard III. Not for me. For one thing, it's not Winter. Most important, I have rarely had as contented a weekend as I just did. It came at the price of the contentment of many other people, but none of that discontent was brought about by my hand, so no guilt. SATURDAY I usually do the grocery shopping on Saturday mornings. MY WIFE ...

MY WIFE is usually a reliable source, so I'm going to run with this. She told me that this morning, on the WBZ (Channel 4, Boston) news, they were decrying the fact that Barbara Walters told all in her new autobiography. (The back story: Barbara Walters alleges to have had an affair with former Senator Edward Brooke [R - MA] in the 1970's. Thus far, Mr. Brooke [now 88] has declined comment.) ...

Crystal McKee is a magnificent writer. Perhaps you already know this? She is listed on my sidebar, and her blog is called Boobs, Injuries & Dr. Pepper. The reason I mention her here is because her latest series, The Crazy Chronicles, is a goldmine. All it needs is someone willing to work it. And I figure that maybe one of you might have the tools to do so. The story she tells is both comic ...

This one comes under the category of “Ringing Endorsements”. MY WIFE told me what she wanted for her birthday this year. It was XM Satellite Radio. So, being a magnificent husband, I bought it for her. (She didn’t just blurt, “I want you to buy me XM Satellite Radio for my birthday!” A couple of months before the big day, she said that she thought satellite radio would be a good thing to have. ...

The kitten is lying! Do you really think I'd strangle a nice little kitty cat? I did nothing but feed him yummy kitty treats ever since you left yesterday. And I scratched his head and patted him and rubbed his belly and made him a nice little bed out of throw pillows and poured him a bowl of cream and after all of that the little bastard tries to make you think I was serious about strangling him ...

How many of you blog even when you've got nothing in particular to say? If you're like me, you do it once every couple of weeks. You're afraid that if you don't put anything up for more than two days, everybody will say, "Well, he must be dead. I'll erase that bookmark and go someplace else." This is one of those days. You shouldn't expect anything memorable. How about we start off with some ...

Characters, In Order Of Appearance Connie Suldog Mushy Buck DJ Big Mick Lime Rooster Kevin Smith Catmoves Hilary Daryl E. David McMahon ACT ONE Time: Never Place: Nowhere (All 12 characters stand on stage, for no apparent reason.) CONNIE: I did NOT pick up a piece of gum off the street and chew it! SULDOG: Hi. My name is Suldog. (points to Connie) That was my mother. (pause) Well, actually ...

Today is MY WIFE's 19th birthday. Well, OK, it's not really. It's her 19th birthday in the company of me. If I said what birthday it actually was, she'd get pissed. Since pissing someone off isn't my idea of a good birthday present, I won't be divulging that information. If I was any sort of a magnificent husband, I would be writing a magnum opus concerning the love of my life. It would be full ...

John-Michael, a very nice gentleman from Tampa, tagged me to do a meme. He did his in five words. That is, each answer (as well as each category) was exactly five words in length. I don't think he expects me to do mine in five words. If he does, he's going to be sorely disappointed. Pleonasm is my middle name. (I'm pissed about that, too. My parents could have chosen something that didn't have ...

I once hopped a freight train. (I’ll give my Mom a chance to get up off the floor here. Mom? Just keep saying to yourself, "This happened 35 years ago. My son is now a nice Christian gentleman who knows that what he did then was utterly moronic.") Here's how it happened. The Baker's Chocolate factory, on the Neponset River in Dorchester, Massachusetts, has long since closed its doors. However, ...

CrazyCath (who is) was kind enough to tag me on a sort of (I think it is, but it may not be) meme. The idea is to post a screenshot of your computer screen (which is why it's called a screen shot, I think - DUH! - but my ignorance concerning most things computer is astounding, so I could be very wrong.) Anyway, what you see above (aside from the preceding paragraph) is what sits on my screen ...

Edward Albee, who bears a passing resemblance to my Uncle Jim Have I told you lately that I love you? Well, it's true. Nothing makes my day like a whole bunch of comments. Therefore, today I am whoring for them. They won't be as heartfelt, but - like an ungainly 15-year-old at the mercy of rampant hormonal change - I am willing to take your pity and pretend it is ...

Shit. Fat Hairy Bastard had this at his place. Now, he registered only 23.4%. I have no idea how he got off so easy when you consider that THE VERY NAME OF HIS SITE, which shows up on every page, is considered a swear in and of itself, at least by some folks. Of course, the question that begs asking is this: What exactly constitutes a swear? Some folks would include everything from "goshdarn" ...

Let's talk politics. During the 2006 gubernatorial election here in Massachusetts, there was a lot of talk concerning whether the two "minor party" candidates, Christy Mihos and Grace Ross, should have been included in the televised debates with the two "major party" candidates, Deval Patrick and Kerry Healey. (In the spirit of full disclosure, I'll tell you that I'm a past state chair of the ...