My Ratings System

At WKNC, we have no real way of knowing how many people are listening. What we do have is a web listeners counter. Last week, I hit my all time high of 118. Not so much this week, but still kind of cool to look at my peaks and valleys.

Annie & Truck!

I am pretty sure, this link means you owe me a beer!

The Break-Up

So, J-Mo broke up with his girlfriend of about a year two month ago. I don't know the circumstances, but I do know she took it kind of rough. She really kind of went crazy. It started with an e-mail sent to all the people she had addresses for:

FYI: J-M0 pulled the plug. He didn't even have the courage to tell
me in person. Just when you think you know someone.

This was just step one. Following that she started calling people. I am talking random people. She called his Mom. She called one of his female friends and accused her of causing the split. This female friend has a boyfriend of her own for roughly a year and J-Mo finds her a bit annoying from time to time. So, that was nuts. Then she called me one Sunday morning. As anyone who has hung-out with me on Saturdays would know, I don't do Sunday mornings. It was not a fun or productive phone conversation. And the worst part is it was the house phone. So, I couldn't even do the whole "cell phone breaking up" dealy. Truly horrible. She started text messaging friends and acting like she thought it was sent to someone else. Then, when that failed she satrted e-mailing J-Mo pictures of her with other dudes. Ladies, help me understand this one. Why would a guy who broke up with you care if you are out with another man? I would think they would encourage it. The most recent one was my personal favorite. (BTW J-Mo send the e-mails and photos to all his buddies and it kind of becomes a fun caption righting contest.)
The e-mail for this (image 8) simply said "Dr. McDreamy and I at the Blue Martini". Now, none of us watch "Grey's Anatomy", so the reference was lost on us. My sister had to clearify what the hell she was talking about. We are taking bets on how long it'll be until she send J-Mo a grainy green video ala Paris Hilton.

Good Morning!

For no reason at all, a man being eaten by a giant snake. Have a nice day!

Wordplay

I was at one of nine jobs of Saturday. It is one of those jobs that requires you to look at girls in the parking lot and follow it up with an uncomfortable comment. I had a great zinger. Two girls were walking into the hardware store. My co-worker wonder why they were not coming into our store. I said, "Yeah, forget the hardware store. They should come over here to the semi-hardware store."

Delicious.

Everyone is doing it...

...they let anyone on MySpace. ANYONE!

There's a New Hampshire now?

My sister is up in New Hampshire for a month long training session for her work. She decided to save a little money and moved into a creepy old boarding house for the month. I helped her get there. It has 15 rooms and two of them are occupied by Angel, a large lesbian, and Sylvia, a 50 year old "shut in". My sister sent me a message today talking about her experiences with her "housemates".

1. Have yet to see Sylvia out of her plaid bathroom.
2. Yesterday a freshly baked, home made cherry pie was cooling on the kitchen table, later that night, said pie pan was awaiting a scrub down in the sink. Contents still missing.
3. Four, yes FOUR, empty Lean Cuisine Meatloaf boxes were discarded in the kitchen trash.
4. Both the tiny showers don't have enough room for me to get the soap off of my rear end which constantly leaves me scratching my head in wonder as to HOW in the world my "robust" housemate cleans herself.
More notes from New Hampshire to follow.

Fun With J-Biz's Wife

It sounds dirtier than it really is. I call over to J-Biz's house yesterday because I wanted to remind him of the Sade cover band that is going to be at King's this Saturday. He had mentioned he wanted to go bowling, but I mean come on. Sade cover band! When do you ever hear about that. Well, J-Biz's old lady is trying to set me up with one of her acquaintances. She has a need to pair up everything. That's why they have two dogs, a salt AND pepper shaker and they sleep in twin beds like Rob & Laura Petrie. So this is the phone conversation that occurred:

• ROCHESTER: She got a big booty?
• J-BIZ'S WIFE: Um, sure.
• ROCHESTER: Yeah, I'll give her a call then.
• J-BIZ'S WIFE: Are you seeing someone?
• ROCHESTER: No.
• J-BIZ'S WIFE: John said you were seeing some girl a couple of weekends ago.
• ROCHESTER: What?
• J-BIZ'S WIFE: He said you were seeing some girl like two Saturdays ago.
• ROCHESTER: Oh! (laughs) No! No! I saw that girl on a Saturday night. I am not currently seeing her, consistently.
• J-BIZ'S WIFE: (laughs) Oh my!
• ROCHESTER: Indeed.
• J-BIZ'S WIFE: I see.
• ROCHESTER: I hope you do. For J-Biz's sake.