The K Stands For Awesome
I will admit it — I find it a lot easier to listen to mp3s that I know that I will like, but in my most secret heart of hearts I will always be a Radio K boy.
Zach lays down the law
So, yeah, the Current came on the scene like a splash of cold water in the face, and I wanted to like it — I wanted to take it into my arms and ears all day every day, but I’ve been hurt by radio stations before, so I was wary. Then, the kiss of death, an awful, horrific morning show that made me want to crawl under my bed and slide into a deeper coma. Eventually I got mp3s to play for me in the morning, and I didn’t look back. Okay, don’t tell Zach, but I listen to the Current in the car sometimes.
I’m really surprised that we get anything done at work at all
When Gabe announced that he was leaving and his position would open up, I was at odds with myself over pursuing the position. Cooler heads prevailed and I did not seek it at all so that I could continue being a full-time student. They hired Zach, the programmer who Paul and I had replaced together. At first I was wary and hesitant, but the day that I moved back into the Web Programming Office and he fired up Radio K, I was sold. Zach had been a DJ, that position that I had held only in my most feverish of dreams.
In any case, we have settled into a nice routine. One or both of us plays the stream and we both listen eagerly, occasionally scribbling down band names on post-it notes. Folk Uke, the Spinto Band, Carolyn Mark, and more and more and more. Zach is a troublemaker, so he issues a challenge to each DJ: alliteration, rhyming, crazy words, metaphors, and a pile of other weird things for them to say in their breaks. We are working on a set of DJ Bingo cards, too, with spaces for dead air, the mention of our names, whether or not I have a crush on the DJ (I love you, King Kwong), off topic rambling, etc. When I fill up two cards I will consider putting together a web app to generate random distributions so the whole office can play. We almost have Paul listening, too.
Anyway, tonight I have a happy hour that I’m late for, then I am actually going to meet Cake Woman for Fringe Festival awesomeness, and maybe a Maibock, since she has a secret cache of the devil’s own drink. I’m hoping to see “Man Saved By Condiments,” since Cake Woman is a MST3K fan (and so was I). Maybe the Scrimshaw business later (’cause that’s the way I roll, yo). We’ll see. B10wZ up my celly if you want to give Cake Woman a taste of her own medicine.
Tonight: don’t forget to ask for chococake!
I MUST HAVE CHOCOCAKE!!!
I will only listen to Radio K if a cute female DJ actually has a crush on me. So work Zach’s hook-ups at the K and I’ll consider turning off my glorious collection of music on my iPod for the K when she is on.
Apparently, the chococake will be supplied!
We only made it to Brits, some expensive place with port (so delicious), and the Scrimshaw Brothers show, because apparently neither of us can keep track of time. We laughed our respective asses off, which just goes to show that doing something with another person is vastly superior to just hanging out on one’s own, even if it is at a great thing like a comedy show.
Never mind. I gotta sleep.