21 January
I'm sitting here making gingerbread and listening to Jack Benny. And, apparently, worrying about that fella Hitler invading half of Europe.
If I were only not working on the computer, I'd feel as though I had gone back, back through time. In Los Angeles, you see, they have the KNX Drama Hour every night at 9p where they play old radio shows (it's 1070 on your AM dial, for the locals who might be interested), and I always love listening while I am at home.
As I was about to come back to NY, I thought that maybe I'd check and see if KNX was streamed on the web, and it is! Well, not the whole station, only the Drama Hour, but that's good, because you can listen to it any time of the day or night. The only thing is that they don't archive, and you can only listen to the programmes from the day before. But hey, any port in a storm!
Now it's Fibber McGee and Molly, and because earlier were Friday's shows that I didn't listen to yesterday (they hadn't switched the programmes yet) I heard Gunsmoke and Suspense. Here I have a new satellite dish and I'm listening to sixty year old radio shows instead.
It's funny, but I really consider myself lucky that I love old radio. People who don't listen to it are really missing something, I think. Hopefully, my pointing people in the direction of KNX on the web will make the light dawn for some of you.
Come one, come all, and hear the good news! No, not about Jesus, but about Jack Benny and Phil Harris and Mary Livingstone and Dennis Day! About Fibber McGee and his closet! About Marshall Dillon and Chester and Miss Kitty! About the Gangbusters and the Shadow and Sgt. Preston and Yukon King! Theatre of the mind, ducks, you still can't beat it.
Back when men were men and couches were davenports.
Speaking of listening to 60 year old radio, last night we watched an eleven year old basketball game.
You see, on NBA.com TV they show classic games, and yesterday's was the fifth playoff game between the Jazz and the Suns in 1990. It was really fun--Malone with hair and absolutely unable to get a foul shot to save his life, Hornacek looking about 15 years old, playing on the Suns, being guarded by Stockton, who, by the way, looked like Moe with that haircut. And there was this Yeti as center who was just as big and dumb as Ostertag, so that we theorized that there is only one Jazz center and he keeps regenerating as a different big dumb guy. "Me block ball, get cookie. Where cookie? Me want cookie!"
NBA.com TV, however, is a big pain to watch, because the game is only on a small portion of the screen, above, below and to one side are scores and ticker tapes and thises and thats. It looked like a webpage, which was the idea, but a really poorly designed webpage, which may not have been. At one point they showed a commercial for NBA.com TV, which meant that there were two layers of the scores and ticker tapes and a really beensy game played by ants. I'll bet that's what they really want it to be, and they are just getting us used to it with these commercials.
Speaking of commercials, there was this really funny one with the girls from Friends talking about Stockton and his cute little shorts. We laughed at the spot, but on the other hand, I really want to complain about trademark violation, because the dialogue was directly lifted from conversations that Cynthia and I have had. Is there a bug in the lamp?
The worst part was that they lost and we were all depressed. At the outcome of an eleven year old game! Well, what can I say, we're fans!
It being an all-sports day, I also watched the Nationals and the boxing on HBO.
The Nationals, the men's finals, were just horrifying. There were three skaters that people were watching, coming out of the shorts one two three, and they were Todd Eldredge, Timothy Goebel and Michael Weiss.
Well, Todd Eldredge, Timothy Goebel and Michael Weiss all basically sucked. Todd's jumps were iffy and his whole performance was extremely blah, just alot of skating around. Michael Weiss fell down on about five out of seven jumps. Timothy Goebel is a jumping freak with absolutely no artistry whatsoever. He's like some kind of male version of Surya Bonaly.
Was there nobody good? Well yes, there was, there was a boy called Matthew Savoie who was stunning, who was amazing, who took my break away with his moves and his artistry. The judges, having apparently already made up their minds, gave him things like 5.4s, when Todd Eldredge got 5.8s for giving his best impression of a lox on skates.
Matthew managed to get the bronze, because even these judges couldn't feel justified with giving Flopsy Weiss a medal after skating like Mary Katherine Gallagher, but at the end when they interviewed the top three all in a row, it was Timothy, Todd and Michael, they having apparently shoved Matthew into a cab and told him to avaunt and quit their sights.
Watch for Matthew Savoie at the Olympics in Salt Lake, people, they cannot possibly fuck him up the ass again next year!
Today's horoscope:
Excitement needs are accentuated today. Do something physically active if possible, that provides a sense of aliveness and vitality.
One year ago today:
...the new Controller came to my cubicle and innocently said "I got this email about a $500 check..." and I ran screaming from the room.
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