Thats right, ladies and gentlemen. I have been working for KTSM radio for the past 8 years now. July 27th, 1997 was the day I signed my life into radio and mediocrity. Due to bad memories, I have wiped 3 years of my existence in radio out of my memory, but from what I do remember -- the good times far outweigh the bad ones. The friendships I have made within the 8 years are memorable and long lasting ones. I cannot believe I have done this for so long.
Gift certificates to Pottery Barn are being accepted.
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Monday, July 25, 2005
One of the worst feelings in the world
Picture this: You are taking a break from work and you decide to walk outside to get a breath of fresh air. Several things start to indicate that you should have just sat down and taken that deep breath and not taken a second thought of it. Still, something compels you to walk outside. You get to the door, and forget (since its a magnetic lock security door) to click the green Exit button to open the door and slam face first into it. You should get the idea not to click the button and go out.
Yet you do. Or at least, I did.
The time was 9:55pm. The fluorescent lights are humming with little tiny bugs flying all around them and I decide to stand directly under one of them so I can check some voicemails gathered during my interment at the security company. I am hitting send for my voicemail box when the worst feeling flies into my ear canal - One of those tiny little bugs flies into my ear and decides to take a tour of my brain.
Your first instinct is to waive your arms like a maniac around your head to possibly deter other little bugs from following the leader into your skull and shake your head like a dog. Then the creepy realization that there's something living crawling inside you takes over your thoughts and makes you antsy, fidgety & downright useless to society except as an entertainer due to your lousy luck & rather hilarious floor show.
So, I am trying to logically think of ways to get the little bastard out. I grab a pen cap and jam the pointy end into my ear to try and scrape out the bastard. No luck. Then I think to myself "If they're attracted to the light, maybe if I shine a flashlight into my ear it'll fly out to the light and voila!". The only flashlight in the security company is broken & useless. So, I then get the brilliant idea to flush the bastard out with a cup of warm water. All I accomplished was a soaking wet shirt & no bug excavation.
Well, I figure the little bastard would come out on its own, see I don't have a brain and move on to others. I didn't feel it move around so I figured it was flushed out with the water, even though I didn't see it in the flotsam. Then, when I was relaxed and at ease, I felt the little bastard flutter around, hitting every surface of my ear canal. Again, I was fidgeting like a madman, only this time in front of my co-worker. Head shaking, drool flying from my mouth as I do so.
By the time I am scheduled to go home, I am a complete mental wreck. Settling to the idea that this bastard is in me 'till I get home, I figure a nice long cotton swab will excavate the little shit from my head. I get home, yank out the shithead from my ear and squish his carcass across the closest surface. For 2 hours he made my life a living hell, and gave everyone within sight of me a free show.
The next time I want to take a breath of fresh air, I won't.
Yet you do. Or at least, I did.
The time was 9:55pm. The fluorescent lights are humming with little tiny bugs flying all around them and I decide to stand directly under one of them so I can check some voicemails gathered during my interment at the security company. I am hitting send for my voicemail box when the worst feeling flies into my ear canal - One of those tiny little bugs flies into my ear and decides to take a tour of my brain.
Your first instinct is to waive your arms like a maniac around your head to possibly deter other little bugs from following the leader into your skull and shake your head like a dog. Then the creepy realization that there's something living crawling inside you takes over your thoughts and makes you antsy, fidgety & downright useless to society except as an entertainer due to your lousy luck & rather hilarious floor show.
So, I am trying to logically think of ways to get the little bastard out. I grab a pen cap and jam the pointy end into my ear to try and scrape out the bastard. No luck. Then I think to myself "If they're attracted to the light, maybe if I shine a flashlight into my ear it'll fly out to the light and voila!". The only flashlight in the security company is broken & useless. So, I then get the brilliant idea to flush the bastard out with a cup of warm water. All I accomplished was a soaking wet shirt & no bug excavation.
Well, I figure the little bastard would come out on its own, see I don't have a brain and move on to others. I didn't feel it move around so I figured it was flushed out with the water, even though I didn't see it in the flotsam. Then, when I was relaxed and at ease, I felt the little bastard flutter around, hitting every surface of my ear canal. Again, I was fidgeting like a madman, only this time in front of my co-worker. Head shaking, drool flying from my mouth as I do so.
By the time I am scheduled to go home, I am a complete mental wreck. Settling to the idea that this bastard is in me 'till I get home, I figure a nice long cotton swab will excavate the little shit from my head. I get home, yank out the shithead from my ear and squish his carcass across the closest surface. For 2 hours he made my life a living hell, and gave everyone within sight of me a free show.
The next time I want to take a breath of fresh air, I won't.
Thursday, July 21, 2005
Thought for today
If there's one thing I have learned in life it's to know just enough to be dangerous & lead them to think you're deadly.
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
AW CRAP, I'M A GIRL!!!
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Tuesday, July 19, 2005
I drink from the carton and don't care
Today was interesting. Krispy Kreme doughnuts gave us at the radio station something close to 9 dozen doughnuts to give away for one of the radio stations morning show. Naturally, since I helped bring them to work, I managed to wrangle a few doughnuts for myself. I got thirsty, so I went down the block to the corner store and bought a half gallon of milk.
See, I did this a few weeks ago. I really wanted some milk, and at the house, there was no milk at all. Well, when I bought the milk, I set the remainder of the milk I didn't drink into the fridge here at work with my name on it. A day later, someone had finished all but a small swig of it. I was pissed, it was half way full! So...
I bought another half gallon of milk. Again, I drank what I could, placed a label on the bag and placed it exactly where the other container was. However, there is a small twist to this story.
I added this interesting label to hopefully ward off people from stealing a cup or two of my milk.
See, I did this a few weeks ago. I really wanted some milk, and at the house, there was no milk at all. Well, when I bought the milk, I set the remainder of the milk I didn't drink into the fridge here at work with my name on it. A day later, someone had finished all but a small swig of it. I was pissed, it was half way full! So...
I bought another half gallon of milk. Again, I drank what I could, placed a label on the bag and placed it exactly where the other container was. However, there is a small twist to this story.
I added this interesting label to hopefully ward off people from stealing a cup or two of my milk.
Monday, July 18, 2005
Tired, but good
Spent my first weekend working at my second job at Sonitrol. It's a pretty good setup, good working environment, so I think I might stay with this for a while. Lets see what comes from this.
Now, with this second income, I am thinking about all the things I can do with it, like paying off credit cards, buying an iPod, going on vacation, buying a house?
Time will tell...
Now, with this second income, I am thinking about all the things I can do with it, like paying off credit cards, buying an iPod, going on vacation, buying a house?
Time will tell...
Friday, July 15, 2005
M.....MY EYES!!!! GAAAAAA!!!!
Do you have a co-worker who has an outfit that just doesn't seem appropriate for the workplace? One of my co-workers falls into this category. She wore a pretty stretchy blouse with a pretty revealing cleavage line. Now, IM not one to complain, but when you fail to use adequate supports (such as a BRA) and when you walk your tits are touching your thighs and I can see your bellybutton through your cleavage, there's a fucking huge problem!
No, I refuse to take a picture of that, you sick bastards!
No, I refuse to take a picture of that, you sick bastards!
Thursday, July 14, 2005
Typical Day At Work
I thought it'd be interesting to go through a typical day at work with me by using some visual aides. All photos taken were taken on 7/13/05.
The day typically starts off with me doing a lot of edits.
Here I am in one of our production rooms. I am doing some edits for XHEPR 99.1 The Bandit. I am editing a song & recording it in real-time to our on-air computer.
This is our Cool Edit computer. Great program if you can afford it. What I am doing on this computer is making a live musical performance of Pat Benetar sound produced & radio-ready.
This is our on-air computer system called PROPHET. Everything that you hear on-air happens through this computer. I am loading the song in real-time into its file.
This final screen is how we make a computer sound like a human operator is playing the songs. I am playing the file back to set an intro limit to the song, and the crossfade to fire either the next song, or a commercial set.
So, now I am free to do whatever I need to. It's already past time to do any more edits, so I decide to go get myself something to drink.
So I hit the lunchroom and grab myself a Fanta soda. It comes in this really interesting & tasty flavor called Apple.
It's got some stupid contest. All I know is "1 in 12 Wins!"
DAMNIT!
Well, after spending $10.20 to see if I would really win I gave up.
I need to trim my nails...
The day typically starts off with me doing a lot of edits.
Here I am in one of our production rooms. I am doing some edits for XHEPR 99.1 The Bandit. I am editing a song & recording it in real-time to our on-air computer.
This is our Cool Edit computer. Great program if you can afford it. What I am doing on this computer is making a live musical performance of Pat Benetar sound produced & radio-ready.
This is our on-air computer system called PROPHET. Everything that you hear on-air happens through this computer. I am loading the song in real-time into its file.
This final screen is how we make a computer sound like a human operator is playing the songs. I am playing the file back to set an intro limit to the song, and the crossfade to fire either the next song, or a commercial set.
So, now I am free to do whatever I need to. It's already past time to do any more edits, so I decide to go get myself something to drink.
So I hit the lunchroom and grab myself a Fanta soda. It comes in this really interesting & tasty flavor called Apple.
It's got some stupid contest. All I know is "1 in 12 Wins!"
DAMNIT!
Well, after spending $10.20 to see if I would really win I gave up.
I need to trim my nails...
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
... One giant leap into the fryer.
So today we go back to space. NASA TV will be broadcasting the launch today, so if you've got the bandwidth, go for it. I'll probably hit the NASA TV channel on satellite.
The STS-114 crewmembers will deliver supplies to the International Space Station, but the major focus of their mission will be testing and evaluating new Space Shuttle flight safety, which includes new inspection and repair techniques.
You know, you'd think that NASA would have thought of this, oh I dunno, two decades ago? Best of luck to her crew.
Monday, July 11, 2005
Confessions Pt. 2
So July 27th will mark my 8 year anniversary here at KTSM radio, which means I've been doing this a really long time. So I was reminded about my beginnings in radio some 10 years ago.
It all started in January of 1996. I had heard about one of the community radio stations who would let anyone be a Disc Jockey, but wouldn't get paid. I figured this was going to be my foot in the door, so I got a shift at the station. I was thrilled, I had just recieved my drivers license & now have the job I wanted to be doing for a long time. KXCR 89.5 FM was a community run jazz station, staffed by people with little skill, but the love of either jazz music or want to be in radio. It's studios were in a many-times renovated building on the wrong side of the tracks & seen way too many remodels. Creaking floors, skittish plumbing & unfavorable neighbors made it an interesting place to work.
There had always been warnings about the parkinglot. People's cars would be routinely broken into by the neighbors, yet never caught. So, it happened one day that I was working on a Sunday afternoon. I had the monitors (studio speakers) extremely low & was generally relaxing. I had put on my headphones & turned on the microphone & instantly heard the unmistakable shatter of glass. It was close, I knew that, but didn't register that it was my truck being broken into. It was until after my break that I started playing music that I took a look at the truck and saw the window shattered & the stereo missing.
The cops came, filled out a report & had said the neighbors were under suspicion for doing this to cars in the neighborhood. Strangely enough, the neighbors themselves were outside listening to the cop tell me about the rash of break-ins. I stared sternly at the neighbors who stared back at me, almost smug. I went back into the studio, the next DJ was ready to go on air, so I grabbed my stuff & went back outside.
It's one of the most humbling things in the world to go out to your car after it's been vandalized & try to make sense out of a destroyed dashboard & broken glass. I found a shop rag in the back area of the truck & brushed off the bits of glass on the seat, from the floor & watched in facination as the drivers side window, still held together by the window tint tore and fell to the ground. The people who lived next door were all outside and staring at me. I just got up from the ground, stared at them until they shuffled around elsewhere in the yard.
I was angrier than hell. I wanted retribution, retalliation, SOMETHING to get back at these assholes who dammaged my car. There's nothing worse than dammaging another guys car. You just don't do that. Aside from running each and every one of them down, I thought about things I could do to these people that would show them I knew it was them and to watch their backs. Then I remembered as I was talking to the cop, the woman of the house was hanging a load of wet clothes on the clothes line.
The back parking lot of KXCR radio was a dirt lot. Dirt, rocks, more dirt & more rocks. The plan came together really fast. I started up the truck & revved the engine pretty hard. This caused people next door to peer out through their windows out to the parking lot. I moved the truck slowly out from the spot I had it and maneuvered towards the wet clothes. I parked as close to the fence as I could (a chain-link) with the front of the truck facing the clothes line, put it into reverse & held the brake. With one vicious hit of the gas, a cloud of dirt flew up from the rear wheels and into the next yard.
I sat there for about a minute, released the brake & did a viciously fast J-turn in the short space of the lot. I then reversed one last time back to the fence, this time, the rear of the truck was facing the fence and directly at the clothesline, clothes already filthy dirty. At this time, I heard a scream from the next yard and people starting to come out so I held the brake & threw it into drive. The better placment of the wheels dug deep into the packed dirt & a cloud of dirt filled the yard thick. I released the brake & tore out of the back alley as if the Devil himself was after me, looking back to see the woman in the middle of the dirt cloud coughing & trying to wave the dirt away from her face.
I made one last pass through the alleyway to see the dirty clothes and saw the load of white laundry was a dense, muddy brown. There were pointing & loud cussing coming from the whole lot of them, so I simply passed them all with a fond flip of the finger & drove the truck home. I just recently told my mom about this incident yesterday. She couldn't stop laughing. It's hard to laugh at the time, but to hear the full story later on brings a smile and sense of retribution to us.
It all started in January of 1996. I had heard about one of the community radio stations who would let anyone be a Disc Jockey, but wouldn't get paid. I figured this was going to be my foot in the door, so I got a shift at the station. I was thrilled, I had just recieved my drivers license & now have the job I wanted to be doing for a long time. KXCR 89.5 FM was a community run jazz station, staffed by people with little skill, but the love of either jazz music or want to be in radio. It's studios were in a many-times renovated building on the wrong side of the tracks & seen way too many remodels. Creaking floors, skittish plumbing & unfavorable neighbors made it an interesting place to work.
There had always been warnings about the parkinglot. People's cars would be routinely broken into by the neighbors, yet never caught. So, it happened one day that I was working on a Sunday afternoon. I had the monitors (studio speakers) extremely low & was generally relaxing. I had put on my headphones & turned on the microphone & instantly heard the unmistakable shatter of glass. It was close, I knew that, but didn't register that it was my truck being broken into. It was until after my break that I started playing music that I took a look at the truck and saw the window shattered & the stereo missing.
The cops came, filled out a report & had said the neighbors were under suspicion for doing this to cars in the neighborhood. Strangely enough, the neighbors themselves were outside listening to the cop tell me about the rash of break-ins. I stared sternly at the neighbors who stared back at me, almost smug. I went back into the studio, the next DJ was ready to go on air, so I grabbed my stuff & went back outside.
It's one of the most humbling things in the world to go out to your car after it's been vandalized & try to make sense out of a destroyed dashboard & broken glass. I found a shop rag in the back area of the truck & brushed off the bits of glass on the seat, from the floor & watched in facination as the drivers side window, still held together by the window tint tore and fell to the ground. The people who lived next door were all outside and staring at me. I just got up from the ground, stared at them until they shuffled around elsewhere in the yard.
I was angrier than hell. I wanted retribution, retalliation, SOMETHING to get back at these assholes who dammaged my car. There's nothing worse than dammaging another guys car. You just don't do that. Aside from running each and every one of them down, I thought about things I could do to these people that would show them I knew it was them and to watch their backs. Then I remembered as I was talking to the cop, the woman of the house was hanging a load of wet clothes on the clothes line.
The back parking lot of KXCR radio was a dirt lot. Dirt, rocks, more dirt & more rocks. The plan came together really fast. I started up the truck & revved the engine pretty hard. This caused people next door to peer out through their windows out to the parking lot. I moved the truck slowly out from the spot I had it and maneuvered towards the wet clothes. I parked as close to the fence as I could (a chain-link) with the front of the truck facing the clothes line, put it into reverse & held the brake. With one vicious hit of the gas, a cloud of dirt flew up from the rear wheels and into the next yard.
I sat there for about a minute, released the brake & did a viciously fast J-turn in the short space of the lot. I then reversed one last time back to the fence, this time, the rear of the truck was facing the fence and directly at the clothesline, clothes already filthy dirty. At this time, I heard a scream from the next yard and people starting to come out so I held the brake & threw it into drive. The better placment of the wheels dug deep into the packed dirt & a cloud of dirt filled the yard thick. I released the brake & tore out of the back alley as if the Devil himself was after me, looking back to see the woman in the middle of the dirt cloud coughing & trying to wave the dirt away from her face.
I made one last pass through the alleyway to see the dirty clothes and saw the load of white laundry was a dense, muddy brown. There were pointing & loud cussing coming from the whole lot of them, so I simply passed them all with a fond flip of the finger & drove the truck home. I just recently told my mom about this incident yesterday. She couldn't stop laughing. It's hard to laugh at the time, but to hear the full story later on brings a smile and sense of retribution to us.
Friday, July 08, 2005
STRANGE FINDINGS FROM THE INTERNET LXVII
*Answering questions no one asked*
Hall and Oates tour postponed after Daryl Hall is diagnosed with lyme disease. All eight fans flea dipped & shaved. I was sure it would have been John Oates to suffer from mange...
OK, it's happened to all of us at one point, hell one of the writers for the popular Fox TV show Family Guy had it happen to him. Stranded nowhere near civilization & you have to "go". Apparently it's a real problem for Norway. Their solution? Take their photos & shame them to stop. Say ost!
ATTENTION VILLAGE: You have lost 400 beloved idiots. I shouldn't laugh, but when its noted the rest had a "fluffy landing" it's hard not to laugh!
God hates NASCAR.
You have one extra second to enjoy in the year 2005. How are you gonna enjoy it?
I have friends who are motorcycle riders who hate cops because they stop them on the streets. I also have friends who are cops who hate doing traffic stops because it's a waste of time and no one is happy to see them. Reading this from Montana, I can see why the bikers hate the cops.
Expect me to be building one of these soon. FUCKING AWESOME!!!
Bloggers!
Hall and Oates tour postponed after Daryl Hall is diagnosed with lyme disease. All eight fans flea dipped & shaved. I was sure it would have been John Oates to suffer from mange...
OK, it's happened to all of us at one point, hell one of the writers for the popular Fox TV show Family Guy had it happen to him. Stranded nowhere near civilization & you have to "go". Apparently it's a real problem for Norway. Their solution? Take their photos & shame them to stop. Say ost!
ATTENTION VILLAGE: You have lost 400 beloved idiots. I shouldn't laugh, but when its noted the rest had a "fluffy landing" it's hard not to laugh!
God hates NASCAR.
You have one extra second to enjoy in the year 2005. How are you gonna enjoy it?
I have friends who are motorcycle riders who hate cops because they stop them on the streets. I also have friends who are cops who hate doing traffic stops because it's a waste of time and no one is happy to see them. Reading this from Montana, I can see why the bikers hate the cops.
Expect me to be building one of these soon. FUCKING AWESOME!!!
Bloggers!
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
So, this is the deal
I bought the Neon on June 15th. While working out the papers for the car, one number was wrong in typing out the VIN number of the Mustang and it turned the Mustang into a 2001 Ford Truck. Apparently, in the database of Ford VIN numbers, that number is the same shared on a Ford truck. Once caught & corrected, the papers showed that I was trading in a Ford Mustang, not a Ford Ranger. One would think this is a good thing, right? Well...
Dad's 2000 Ford Ranger @ Padre Island
My dad has a Ford Ranger. The papers that were submitted to the insurance agency were probably the same ones that said to remove the Ford truck from the policy and not the Mustang. Well, when it was all changed & said & done, we got this interesting letter from the bank we have the truck financed through. It politely says that we need to bring them back proof that the truck is being insured & if not proven, then the depths of Hell will open up and swallow our truck to the minions of bureaucratic policies.
Fuck you people! We have owned the truck since 2002, and in the three years we have owned it, there have been no issues about insurance with it. When we bought the fucker we changed insurance on it, so it's been covered since 2002. Why they don't have anything on record isn't our fault. Possibly following the breakdown in the chain of information might lead them to the problem, cause it ain't us...
Dad's 2000 Ford Ranger @ Padre Island
My dad has a Ford Ranger. The papers that were submitted to the insurance agency were probably the same ones that said to remove the Ford truck from the policy and not the Mustang. Well, when it was all changed & said & done, we got this interesting letter from the bank we have the truck financed through. It politely says that we need to bring them back proof that the truck is being insured & if not proven, then the depths of Hell will open up and swallow our truck to the minions of bureaucratic policies.
Fuck you people! We have owned the truck since 2002, and in the three years we have owned it, there have been no issues about insurance with it. When we bought the fucker we changed insurance on it, so it's been covered since 2002. Why they don't have anything on record isn't our fault. Possibly following the breakdown in the chain of information might lead them to the problem, cause it ain't us...
Busy Weekend, Busy Week...
Had tons to do this weekend, something I had done was update the Magic Landing website. Give it a peek. Gotta get some things done, more later!
Friday, July 01, 2005
Been busy
I have been working on the next Photo essay for Magic Landing. I plan to release that update on July 4th, the 21st anniversary of the parks opening.
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