For those of you out there familiar with Astrology, everybody was excited for a time about the Age of Aquarius. There’s been a great deal of debate among people who care about Astrology about whether the Age of Aquarius has begun, is about to begin, or began upwards of 500 years ago.
I’d like to offer an alternative theory: Astrology is crap.
There’s a powerful drug available on the open market. Initially it’s a stimulant, a tiny little sniff of its green leaves enough to throw its users into a wild, uninhibited frenzy. This is often followed by extreme lethargy, drooling, and unconsciousness.
It’s been a few weeks since they showed up, and I have to say that we’re all getting pretty tired of the CAVE people around here.
Could I get a show of hands in the studio?
Seven hands. Six people, but only seven hands. What’s wrong with this picture? Can anybody follow directions these days?
Things finally settled down at the Fortified Mountain Compound this afternoon. It’s been a rough week for the Radio crew. The coffee does nothing anymore.
Spring has sprung, but there’s a lot of digging out from underneath layers of Winter fat left to do before we see the first bikini of the season.
What to call a time-reduced News Segment? Diet News? Light Content? Light on Content? Yeah, that sounds like it.
It’s said that birds of a feather flock together, and having recently been reacquainted with the intricacies of chickens in and out of their coop, I’d have to agree.
Any visitors to the Fortified Mountain Compound passing by my office yesterday morning would have best been warned to keep on their toes. I was listening to a Press conference at the White House by our dear leader, and that always puts me in the mood to throw empty bottles of scotch.
I’d like to say that if I seem a bit off this week, it’s because I’m still trying to get my head around the mysterious appearance of egg loaf in a cooking pan one night earlier this week.