Tales from the 'bucks.
Ver. 2.5
I only have about 40 minutes to write this morning,
Kirsten stopped in on her way to work to have coffee with me. In a week she’s going to be at her new job, which is nowhere near mine, and there goes the lunches. First
Wook and
Shelly move jobs, and now
Kirsten.
It’s a conspiracy I tell you.
They are opening a new store, and have been interviewing new employees all week in here. I am almost temped to ask the Manager if they are hiring for weekends only. I figure I’ll work long enough to get an apron then quit, I mean at least Ill get some free coffee out of it, right?
Ok, I’m way too lazy to do all that.
Last night’s show was amazing. Best show I’ve had since my back went out. Thank Jick, praised be his name.
For the last couple of months, my game has been off. Since halfway through when my back went out. At first I blamed it on the drugs and the fact I couldn’t seem to connect with anything, but after I was back to almost normal, it seemed the same, the audience was bored, I was bored,
Meg was bored. It just didn’t seem to work.
I wanted to scrap the whole show and start over from scratch. I talked to
Meg about it, and she sort of agreed, then disagreed, we even parted ways for about a full day.
Fortunately it didn’t last more then one.
Last night I was reminded why I asked her to be on the show in the first place. I mean, don’t get me wrong, she’s funny, she’s knows her shit about music, we have good chemistry, and she’s easy on the eyes, but in all honesty, so are a few other people who hinted strongly at first, then flat out said so after I hired her that they wanted the job. But that’s not the reason I hired her. You see, most of my audience at night is kids more then twenty years younger then me.
Meg crosses that gulf, she is there to connect with them, to keep me from being some creepy old pouser. She is my Omelet, my stunt girl; she is the reason why Footy, a Dj here in South Florida, who is near or over fifty, manages to still do a top 40 pop show.
She is my connection to the kids, and last night she was so on game it hurt, plus if my wife’s 16 year old stalker tries to pull a ‘The Craft’ on me,
Meg will kick her teen angsty ass.
So the show went great, best numbers we’ve had since I interviewed Boozerbear, one of the best known players in the game, we had more listeners last night then when Jick was on with us. We did this whole contest called “Shit that KMD is older than”; the kids were fucking brutal to me and hilarious. The one that won was “KMD is so old, he gets the Golden Girls confused with Sex and the City.”
That one killed me.
So I’m glad, one less thing to worry about. I am looking forward to my next show like I haven’t since I started doing this.
So, this morning I weighed myself dressed, the contest with Prince Markie Dee is in 8 days, and since I totally fucked up my diet last weekend, I wanted to see if I was going to be out 50 bucks, I’ve lost 15 pounds since it started, and next week is going to be a purge week. I’ll talk about this more in my diet journal, but let’s just say it won’t be healthy or pretty, and if you’re on the diet journal, feel free to bitch about it to me there when I post it.
Every penny I win from PMD will go for ouzo shots.
And yes, I am not going to go there ladies, except in my mind.
Heh.
Ha..
Snort..
Sorry….
I think we can end this here.
Oh, if your curious how I did all the cool custom icons and shit, go check out
Allah Sulu's Massive Tool
Allah Sulu's Massive Tool: The best Massive tool since mine.
I only have about 40 minutes to write this morning,
Kirsten stopped in on her way to work to have coffee with me. In a week she’s going to be at her new job, which is nowhere near mine, and there goes the lunches. First
Wook and
Shelly move jobs, and now
Kirsten.
It’s a conspiracy I tell you.
They are opening a new store, and have been interviewing new employees all week in here. I am almost temped to ask the Manager if they are hiring for weekends only. I figure I’ll work long enough to get an apron then quit, I mean at least Ill get some free coffee out of it, right?
Ok, I’m way too lazy to do all that.
Last night’s show was amazing. Best show I’ve had since my back went out. Thank Jick, praised be his name.
For the last couple of months, my game has been off. Since halfway through when my back went out. At first I blamed it on the drugs and the fact I couldn’t seem to connect with anything, but after I was back to almost normal, it seemed the same, the audience was bored, I was bored,
Meg was bored. It just didn’t seem to work.
I wanted to scrap the whole show and start over from scratch. I talked to
Meg about it, and she sort of agreed, then disagreed, we even parted ways for about a full day.
Fortunately it didn’t last more then one.
Last night I was reminded why I asked her to be on the show in the first place. I mean, don’t get me wrong, she’s funny, she’s knows her shit about music, we have good chemistry, and she’s easy on the eyes, but in all honesty, so are a few other people who hinted strongly at first, then flat out said so after I hired her that they wanted the job. But that’s not the reason I hired her. You see, most of my audience at night is kids more then twenty years younger then me.
Meg crosses that gulf, she is there to connect with them, to keep me from being some creepy old pouser. She is my Omelet, my stunt girl; she is the reason why Footy, a Dj here in South Florida, who is near or over fifty, manages to still do a top 40 pop show.
She is my connection to the kids, and last night she was so on game it hurt, plus if my wife’s 16 year old stalker tries to pull a ‘The Craft’ on me,
Meg will kick her teen angsty ass.
So the show went great, best numbers we’ve had since I interviewed Boozerbear, one of the best known players in the game, we had more listeners last night then when Jick was on with us. We did this whole contest called “Shit that KMD is older than”; the kids were fucking brutal to me and hilarious. The one that won was “KMD is so old, he gets the Golden Girls confused with Sex and the City.”
That one killed me.
So I’m glad, one less thing to worry about. I am looking forward to my next show like I haven’t since I started doing this.
So, this morning I weighed myself dressed, the contest with Prince Markie Dee is in 8 days, and since I totally fucked up my diet last weekend, I wanted to see if I was going to be out 50 bucks, I’ve lost 15 pounds since it started, and next week is going to be a purge week. I’ll talk about this more in my diet journal, but let’s just say it won’t be healthy or pretty, and if you’re on the diet journal, feel free to bitch about it to me there when I post it.
Every penny I win from PMD will go for ouzo shots.
And yes, I am not going to go there ladies, except in my mind.
Heh.
Ha..
Snort..
Sorry….
I think we can end this here.
Oh, if your curious how I did all the cool custom icons and shit, go check out
Allah Sulu's Massive Tool
Allah Sulu's Massive Tool: The best Massive tool since mine.