Tales from the ‘bucks: Buckin’ 2, electric boogaloo.
I’m in a different starbucks, about 10 miles east of the one I normally sit in. This one is right off the aorta of Florida, I-95, and Hollywood Boulevard. I’ve always compared this area to L.A. where the women the money the attitude, the whole fabulocity of the scene about 80% of what L.A.’s is. Of course the heat is higher so we get credit for that.
Speaking of heat, I browsed prices for Phoenix in late September. I am determined to go, come hell or high water, I don’t care if I put on weight, I don’t care if I’m broke, or homeless or my back is broken again, I am going. I got sick of hearing about what happened at Arkanstock being told over and over and over and over. I was once part of this group, hell, egotistical or not, one of the leaders of this group, and now I’m feeling cast off.
Like most things, I know I can’t fix what other people think, so I am trying to fix it by changing my behavior. I’ve been standoffish to a lot of people in the game, and I’m trying to rectify that now. I’ve let friendships slip by the wayside, and as much as I want to spread blame for that, it was mostly my fault. I couldn’t deal with many people when my back was out, so I concentrated on just talking to a select few. Everybody else just figured I was being a dick, which, honestly I was, but they didn’t want to invest in something that couldn’t be reciprocated. I don’t blame them for it, I would, and I have done the same thing myself.
The crew here is different, nice enough people, though one is really friendly, the rest are sort of just going through the motions. It’s a busier store then normal and it’s located right by a hospital so they probably have a ton of regulars to deal with. For South Florida service, they are right at the top of the list. I once got yelled at by a girl working a Wendy’s drive through, for not thanking her for my order.
I’ve got 20 minutes to kill before I leave for work, and I just wanted to write one of these again. It’s been to long, way to long.
Hey Christina, they have these new aprons, black with Coffee Master written on them. What is it going to take for you to get me one? Name it.
I have my internet radio show tonight. I’m going guestless again, though maybe I can talk someone into going on with us. I should see if Boozer wants to do it again, he was the best person I had on. The guy is really funny and he should do his own show, I have Meg on of course, and maybe I will throw some of the DJ’s on for a break or two. One of the best shows I ever did was me, Ducky, c00, Spec and Amp. We spent three hours just cracking jokes, trying to talk over each other, busting on other DJ’s and just frankly doing a Morning Zoo radio show at one in the morning. I also have some really good new stuff I want to air tonight, pre-releases from Will Smith, Nine Inch Nails, Queens of the Stone Age, some of the more obscure tracks off the New Ozzy four CD set and some other musical junk that escapes my mind. I might be entertaining on the air, but I’ve always considered myself a guy who plays music first and foremost.
I put in an application for Anchoring at WIOD. It would be weekends only, basically filling in for a guy who is in the Reserve. But I figure it’s some extra money, and some On Air time. In radio there is a very very clear cut line between those on air and those off air. I used to be on the On-Air side, but now I’m back on the Off Air side and I need to re-cross the line.
You know, Starbucks in Florida should seriously consider getting a Café Cubano added to the menu. Half Espresso, Half Sugar, pure heaven.
What else?
Oh Dragoncon this year is going to be huge, my triumphant return, one hundred and hopefully by then seventy pounds lighter, contingent of old and new friends, and the firefly people. I need to see if I’m still on the press list, people are much nicer to you when you have press credentials and a camera. Even if I’m radio, and pictures don’t work well on the radio, they tried it once, but people kept crashing their cars.
If you laughed at that, you’re my new best friend.
Remember, radio-kol.com tonight, 8pm. Be there.
Speaking of heat, I browsed prices for Phoenix in late September. I am determined to go, come hell or high water, I don’t care if I put on weight, I don’t care if I’m broke, or homeless or my back is broken again, I am going. I got sick of hearing about what happened at Arkanstock being told over and over and over and over. I was once part of this group, hell, egotistical or not, one of the leaders of this group, and now I’m feeling cast off.
Like most things, I know I can’t fix what other people think, so I am trying to fix it by changing my behavior. I’ve been standoffish to a lot of people in the game, and I’m trying to rectify that now. I’ve let friendships slip by the wayside, and as much as I want to spread blame for that, it was mostly my fault. I couldn’t deal with many people when my back was out, so I concentrated on just talking to a select few. Everybody else just figured I was being a dick, which, honestly I was, but they didn’t want to invest in something that couldn’t be reciprocated. I don’t blame them for it, I would, and I have done the same thing myself.
The crew here is different, nice enough people, though one is really friendly, the rest are sort of just going through the motions. It’s a busier store then normal and it’s located right by a hospital so they probably have a ton of regulars to deal with. For South Florida service, they are right at the top of the list. I once got yelled at by a girl working a Wendy’s drive through, for not thanking her for my order.
I’ve got 20 minutes to kill before I leave for work, and I just wanted to write one of these again. It’s been to long, way to long.
Hey Christina, they have these new aprons, black with Coffee Master written on them. What is it going to take for you to get me one? Name it.
I have my internet radio show tonight. I’m going guestless again, though maybe I can talk someone into going on with us. I should see if Boozer wants to do it again, he was the best person I had on. The guy is really funny and he should do his own show, I have Meg on of course, and maybe I will throw some of the DJ’s on for a break or two. One of the best shows I ever did was me, Ducky, c00, Spec and Amp. We spent three hours just cracking jokes, trying to talk over each other, busting on other DJ’s and just frankly doing a Morning Zoo radio show at one in the morning. I also have some really good new stuff I want to air tonight, pre-releases from Will Smith, Nine Inch Nails, Queens of the Stone Age, some of the more obscure tracks off the New Ozzy four CD set and some other musical junk that escapes my mind. I might be entertaining on the air, but I’ve always considered myself a guy who plays music first and foremost.
I put in an application for Anchoring at WIOD. It would be weekends only, basically filling in for a guy who is in the Reserve. But I figure it’s some extra money, and some On Air time. In radio there is a very very clear cut line between those on air and those off air. I used to be on the On-Air side, but now I’m back on the Off Air side and I need to re-cross the line.
You know, Starbucks in Florida should seriously consider getting a Café Cubano added to the menu. Half Espresso, Half Sugar, pure heaven.
What else?
Oh Dragoncon this year is going to be huge, my triumphant return, one hundred and hopefully by then seventy pounds lighter, contingent of old and new friends, and the firefly people. I need to see if I’m still on the press list, people are much nicer to you when you have press credentials and a camera. Even if I’m radio, and pictures don’t work well on the radio, they tried it once, but people kept crashing their cars.
If you laughed at that, you’re my new best friend.
Remember, radio-kol.com tonight, 8pm. Be there.