I'm thinking that between taking last weekend off, the time change and the inclement weather most of your folks above the Mason-Dixon line are suffering from all combined to make this Sunday's show rank right up there with the first one for lack of listeners. *G* Not to worry, I've never been one to let a little failure stop me.
Nancy managed to chime in just before we went live and stuck around in the chat for a few minutes, but had to go shortly after we launched. She's got the Clowncar family over for various and sundry doings, so I can only imagine the hectic pace that many kids are keeping. Our thoughts are with you, Pants! She hasn't given me the official Nancy Dancehall Word Of The Week, but I'm thinking it might be "homicide."
Vulgar Wizard, my ever-faithful cohost is down with some sort of horrible ailment involving her ears, sinuses, and her left leg falling off, so she spent the hour absent and, I'm told, heavily medicated. Get better soonest, VW. I know you hate being sick as much as I do.
Maggie over at Mind Moss emailed me an hour or so after the show's close (Stucco and I talked for the show's hour and then most of another hour after the broadcast ended) and reported that not only was her entire house under about seventeen feet of snow but her internet connection was as spotty as a spotted owl so she was unable to be with us. Maggie's Poetry Corner simply wasn't as good without her.
But far be it from me to let failure stop me! Stucco and I carried on like a pair of complete dorks, Shelli joined us after a while to discuss sex on a motorcycle (stationary, kickstand down, not otherwise*) and then Stucco and I wrapped up most of another 45 minutes bashing Nature and television.
Plus VW managed to listen with her good ear to the archived show and produced
THE WEEKLY CATCHPHRASE LIST!
- I'm already bent.
- How about if I grab my ankles . . .
- I'm up at the crack of death.
- a complete tit
- Dr. Happy Finger
- This is the all-get-bent episode.
- I saw Shatner on the Henry Rollins show.
- I can't get behind that.
- Yum, green
- Who are we gonna dog first?
- eat your brain into a sponge
- Soylent cow is moo!
- We're into chickens now.
- Show us your chicken!
- when I was a little doobie
- You can, in fact, fire Jergens with a squirt gun.
- pocket flamethrowers
- Is that a ninja?
- So, I was on a bike banging this chick . . .
- Shelli, do you go to work sick?
- my penis hooks didn't engage properly
- perfectly normal, but dead
- because I don't like to be hot
- What's the temperature at which boogers freeze?
- How do you NOT know how to swim?
* Don't try this at home.
** My apologies for the black duct tape; I've had enough grief with BlogTalkRadio attacking me for the sex episode, all I need is for Blogger to come down on me for posting pornographic motorcycling photos. And I notice now, looking at the photo again that she's wearing jeans and tennis shoes, not completely naked as I thought she was during the broadcast. I do note that she's wearing a Shoei helmet which makes me feel better--my first helmet was a Shoei, and it was damned comfortable as well as being ANSI certified. Way to go, hooker!