May 20th, 2008

Whale fluke

I'd say I'm brayn ded, but I'm awake enough to spell correctly!

Hmm. Actually, I could imagine a fantasy novel character named Brayn Ded...some Conan parody character. Hey, maybe Groo fought Brayn Ded!

Here's a "waking up and engaging the brain" post. A weather front moved through last night, knocking the relative heat out of the air and letting said air get nicely mixed up. Still a little breezy this morning. Should be plenty comfortable.

Annoyingly, nothing sounds good for breakfast. I'll eat something more in a bit, and so far I have eaten a bit (banana, apple juice and a couple crackers), but I've been fairly mechanical in my consumption. Usually I like eating! Argh! But I'll get additional flavored calories into my system, and my system won't get mad at me the way it would if I didn't eat enough.

I have my (non-partisan) ballot to finish and turn in today, so tonight I'm running an errand to a drop-off place, either the boxes at Pioneer Courthouse Square or a box at a library. I shall finish voting. I should have finished voting earlier so I'd get fewer political phone calls...

Closing now, to forestall rambling. Want more words? Read Mike Russell's review of Indiana Jones and the Kingdom of the Crystal Skull.

Edit. Okay, now it's rain. Often comes with fronts. So I will need a coat...
Good Omens

Driving biking walking

Next transportation need for me to fill: getting a bicycle. I last had one in college, in the bike-friendly burg of Eugene, Oregon. I should get another bike this summer, because Portland is also bike-friendly.

So I post this as a reminder to myself:

Back in college, when I'd go back and forth between driving, biking, and walking, I'd react differently to drivers, bicyclists and walkers based on what I was using at whatever moment. If I was driving near campus, I'd get annoyed at bikers and walkers. On my bike, I'd get annoyed by drivers and walkers. Walking, I'd get mad at bikers and drivers. Yep, I'd get mad at those who weren't transporting themselves exactly the same way as I was. It's like the George Carlin line "Ever notice that anyone driving slower than you is an idiot, and anyone driving faster than you is a maniac?!"

So that way you were, Chris? Don't be that way. 'Course, I do think I'm less intense now than I was in college, so I'll probably be better at avoiding that mindset.
Good Omens

What I was doing Thursday, rendered VISUALLY! (Emerson's Eleven listener party)

Here's the film clip that opened "Emerson's Eleven" (the Rick Emerson Show listener party) back on Thursday, done in Forties newsreel style. It has a bunch of show in-jokes, so non-Rick Emerson listeners won't get all of it, but there's still stuff to enjoy. The male hairdresser is Aaron "Geek in the City" Duran, by the way.

(Also by the way, two years ago, at the ninth listener party ("KISN, My Ass"), then-new CBS Radio employee Rick Emerson calls his former bosses (i.e. those who fired him) at Entercom. I'm sure he'd agree revenge is best served with a yelling crowd...)

Rick's station, AM 970 Solid State Radio, has started posting photos from the party, too (and here's Gallery #2). I've yet to find pictures of myself, but oh well, no biggie.
Whale fluke

What a Geek Believes.

Want to know why I'm a fan of Rick Emerson, who I've linked to incessantly? The following clip of a wonderful, wonderful impromptu Rick speech explains much of why:

What A Geek Believes.


More, I say! I was wrong. I'd thought Rick's speech was impromptu; it's not. The real story's actually better. Fatboy Roberts, co-host of The Cort and Fatboy Show and a friend and colleague of Rick's, set me straight:
There’s a story behind it. It’s not an impromptu speech, actually.

When [Rick] first got back to CBS, there was much rejoicing. His show started back up where it left off and people were happy.

At one point, our show and his show, which shared similar sensibilities, began to form like Voltron on promotional things: The Snakes on a Plane premiere, for instance, and a couple other things, some that fell through, some that didn’t. the shows were friendly, there were off-air discussions and some small talk, and things were going well.

One day, they did a bit about a web application they were e-mailed that showed you how many pedophiles lived in a square mile from your house. They talked about it for a bit, and asked Susan Reynolds about the feasibility of making a contest out of it.

The next day, Cort and I, reading from a completely different e-mail, without knowing what had happened on the Emerson show the day before, found the same site, and just made up a game on the spot to give away T-shirts or something based on who had the most pedophiles in their area.

A listener of BOTH shows, knowing how often the Emerson show had been ripped off in their history, emailed Rick and told him that we had stolen his show material. The next day, Emerson went on air and called us out for stealing his shit. We, not knowing what the hell he was talking about, figured he was goofing on us in an over-the-top, “radio warz” sort of way, so we took it over the top and went right back at him. We also had the comfort of knowing this was odd coincidence, and we hadn’t stolen from him.

The next day he was LIVID. He spent 45 minutes taking apart our show, our lives, everything, in a furious geek rage at the FM DJs who, as far as he knew, had just blatantly stolen from him and then had the nerve to lie about it on their 100,000 watt blowtorch while crapping all over his show. We realized, slowly, that he wasn’t joking, and he honestly believed we had stolen from him. So we called him to ask why, if he thought we had legitimately jacked a bit from him, why he wouldn’t have just emailed us. The air was sorta cleared, and we were asked to come into the studio to explain our side.

In anticipation of the reconciliation between the two flavors of geek on the radio, he and Aaron Duran worked on “What a Geek Believes” the night before, a sort of commencement speech to signify the signing of a deal between our two shows that we would combine only to further the geek cause, and not to rend each other asunder. There were photographs of the shows signing this paper, and Rick ended the apologies/ reconciliations by reading the speech aloud.

Geek In the City has T-Shirts of the speech for sale at their store. If you listen to the video you have, the “yeahs,” “Right-Ons,” “That’s my girl right there,” and geek Greek chorus you hear are Cort and I in studio.

Since then, the shows have lived in geek harmony, as we should.