No Scottie Simon on Saturday morning is like, well, it's like . . . a day WITH sunshine.
At least until Hansen shows up. Along with her kid, to delve deeply into . . . BattleStar Galactica.
Oh my god. The world is burning down around us and the spawn of a drone comes on to further the family tradition of diversion, distraction, and irrelevance.
About 30 years ago I listened to public radio and found an exciting real voice, I thought. Maybe I was just naive. Now I wake up to the radio still, but always from the perspective of, "oh gawd what howler of warnography and stink tank spurting will I get next" until I'm awake enough to tune over to KUSC: the classical channel. It works well to get me out of bed, but it seems to follow me like a little orange cloud of stink tank over my head, spurting on me throughout the day.
It is a galactic wonder that fiction deserves a "reality" status when the real world couldn't be more alien...for crying out loud this national "icon" was just a soap opera.......pleeeeeeese.!!...this is not a loss!!...it is soap opera fairyland.....big news, eh ??
My name is Matthew Murrey and I'm from Florida, but have been living in the Midwest since 1984. I started this blog because no one else was blogging NPR's drift toward the right - and it made more sense than yelling at the radio.
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No Scottie Simon on Saturday morning is like, well, it's like . . . a day WITH sunshine.
At least until Hansen shows up. Along with her kid, to delve deeply into . . . BattleStar Galactica.
Oh my god. The world is burning down around us and the spawn of a drone comes on to further the family tradition of diversion, distraction, and irrelevance.
edk
Yoops! Missed it (yet again).
I feel, like, so deprived.
About 30 years ago I listened to public radio and found an exciting real voice, I thought. Maybe I was just naive. Now I wake up to the radio still, but always from the perspective of, "oh gawd what howler of warnography and stink tank spurting will I get next" until I'm awake enough to tune over to KUSC: the classical channel. It works well to get me out of bed, but it seems to follow me like a little orange cloud of stink tank over my head, spurting on me throughout the day.
It is a galactic wonder that fiction deserves a "reality" status when the real world couldn't be more alien...for crying out loud this national "icon" was just a soap opera.......pleeeeeeese.!!...this is not a loss!!...it is soap opera fairyland.....big news, eh ??
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