Me, Her, the Boy and a Dog

because every time I hear the word “dongle” I snicker out loud. And honestly, I’m sure I’ll still snicker when I’m 65.

As I get ready to turn 35, I think back to my broadcasting career and realized that I started in radio when we still spun records and played carts. Then it was CDs and today everything is digital.

Once upon a time you actually had a DJ in a studio for a full show (4-6 hours). Today, you can pre-record an entire show in about an hour. Not only that, but radio pays nothing, which is why local radio is so bad. I was talking to a local sports radio station about doing a local show on a part-time basis, but their corporate policy is that part-timers ALL get paid minimum wage, which means I would have to work about eight hours at the station to equal what I make in one hour doing freelance work. No thanks.

I’m kind of sad to see radio go downhill, but it’s the evolution of the industry and it was inevitable.

Somebody, presumably a dude, dropped off a year’s worth of Maxim magazines in the men’s room at my office. In unrelated news, what the hell did everyone eat for lunch? Every time I go to the bathroom, it’s packed! I had to go across the street to Quizno’s to take a whiz. I guess something must be going around.

…had a brilliant idea that made complete sense to you only to realize your logic is horribly flawed, yet you only realize this after you share aforementioned brilliant idea with a friend, who then looks at you like you’re a moron and gently points out how horribly flawed your idea really is. Talk about a crushing blow to your ego. But, then again, that’s never happened to me.

This was from about 6 a.m., but it wouldn’t post so I’m trying again…

So, an old friend reaches out to me via Facebook last year and was all excited to get back in touch. They said it had been too long and that they didn’t want to lose touch again. Yet, they never respond to any attempt at communication. Was one of my off-the-wall, politically incorrect comments? Or, maybe it’s time to prune the “friend” list again. Since I cut about 100 people, my not-so-live news feed has become much more relevant, interesting and less cluttered.

Social media is about being SOCIAL, not ignoring people you have on your friends list. And if you don’t want to communicate with your “friends” then drop them from your list - they’ll get the hint. IF they notice you dropped them. If someone drops you and you don’t notice, are you really missing out on anything? Nope.

These random thoughts are brought you by the numbers 5 and 30, as in the time I got up on a Sunday morning. #sleepfail

Power isn’t expected back on until around noon. Normally I wouldn’t sweat it, but I had some important work to get done this morning and had to have Internet and power!

and while I was laying down my narration, the folks in charge of the studios overheard me and asked me to track some additional narration because they liked my “golden pipes.” And of course, I can’t hear the term “golden pipes” without thinking about this eTrade Super Bowl commercial…

Today, we met with a client after church. Ginger came with me since it was a quick meeting and we were already in Blacksburg for church. After the meeting, we went home and cleaned out the garage and I mean EVERYTHING. While I ran some stuff over to the Goodwill, Ginger swept out the garage. When I got back, we installed some new garage organizing equipment to the wall that allows us to hang tools, hoses, extension cords, etc. It’s amazing how much room we have in the garage now!

After that, Ginger made dinner - shrimp scampi pasta (outstanding!) and I mowed the yard. I have to mow the yard in Pulaski tomorrow, too. The good news is we’ve a few nibbles on the house - God, I would love to get that house sold and off the books. You have no idea how much selling that house would help me out!