Saturday, June 30, 2007

Slightly old news, but ...

I have now added to my personal lexicon the phrase "as terrified as Mitt Romney's dog" to describe any instance of being so frightened as to be in danger in danger of losing control over bodily functions.

Friday, June 29, 2007

Uh ... dead air ... uh

I've signed up for Wednesday evening agility class, so I'm going to miss four weeks of my regular radio show. But I won't go into complete withdrawal because I'll be hosting the Mondo Mundo show tomorrow (Sat.) from 1-3 pm (Eastern time). 88.7 FM if you live in the sweet spot, if you don't.

Often my m.o. is to show up about ten minutes before, furiously pull way more stuff than I could possibly play from the stacks, and then let the universe be my guide as to exactly what I play when. But for tomorrow, I actually have a theme of sorts. For some reason I was recently thinking about the huge quantities of what we call "world" music that are actually made by groups based in the US. In fact a lot of really imaginative world "fusion" is going on here--way more good stuff than would fit in a two-hour radio show. So I decided to run with the idea, tossing in Canada just in case I feel like tossing in a Socalled track or something.

I couldn't really come up with a clever name for the show, however. I asked some fellow DJs for suggestions and I got a few: "Overseas over here," "We ARE the world," and "Nameri beat" ... I haven't settled on one. So suggestions are invited.

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Mr. Pants went to Costa Rica ...

Originally uploaded by Mr. Gomez.

...and I stayed home. He went for work. It was all very last-minute, or I would have tried to tag along. Anyway, he took some purdy pictures, and has posted a few in his Flicker stream.

Friday, June 22, 2007

Go drink one without me

I would actually be mildly excited about what Blazer calls "Downtown Derm Hoo-Hah celebration" Saturday afternoon/evening if I were able to attend. Since I work all day every day in The Other Triangle City, I have been afforded many opportunities to enjoy its brand new loose bricks. Although to hear the Snooze and Disturber tell it, they still roll up those brand new sidewalks after 5 pm just like they did the old ones. I wouldn't know, because as quickly as I can after work I hop on 40 and get back to Durham.

But whatever, if you're around and about the City of Medicine (makes us sound like we have an unpleasant aftertaste) tomorrow evening, get your ass downtown, OK? I would go if my tribe (The Dog People) didn't have a gathering (an agility trial) going on.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Things that pass for excitement

I was shambling down the street this afternoon, on my way to an optometrist's appointment on Fayettville St. (Yeah, the one in Raleigh ... it's near work) when I saw lots of activity in front of the courthouse. There was a crowd of news cameras, reporters, and a mini-sea of bobbing boom mics. They were all bunched up like fish in an aquarium waiting expectantly for the flakes of food to start falling. "Ooh," methinks to meself, "some star of the Mike Nifong courtroom drama must be coming out." So naturally I fished the Cybershot out of my purse. Oh look, it's Reade Seligman:

He rushed by with media frenzy in tow. He seemed to be in a hurry ... I didn't get a chance to ask him to autograph my copy of his book Tip the Cabbie and Keep Your Receipts. The bald guy in a blue shirt an black tie that you can see just to the right of Seligman shoved me out of the way as he went past. Gosh, I hope he was someone famous ...

Oh, and the tall skinny one was there, too:

So then I went to the eye doctor. She said my eyes are fabulous, but I still need glasses.

Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Warned you have been

I'll be polluting the airwaves (88.7 FM) or webstreams ( in less than an hour (8-10 pm eastern time).

Triangulation vacation

Are we really such a hot vacation spot? I prefer places where one is likely to get stranded by civil unrest, but to each her own. There's yet another "Visit the Triangle" article out, this time in the Washington Post, and it's much better than the one in the New York Times that I complained about a while back. The headline says we have "class." Must be the recent outbreak of new condo construction.

There are also a couple of sidebars: Escape Keys, in which they mention The Federal, and Five things to do in the Triangle when school's out, in which the Durham Bulls get a starring role. And no mention of that gawdawful meat substance they call "barbecue" around here.

Monday, June 11, 2007

I had cornflakes for breakfast

I went to Myrtle Beach over the weekend and mowed my mother's lawn. Honestly, it was more enjoyable than doing anything else there is to do at Myrtle Beach during what my mother calls "terrorist season." Besides, I got to use a riding lawnmower, which always makes me think of a very entertaining short film I once saw called "Tractor Tragedies." Produced by some farm equipment manufacturer (I think it was International Harvester), it illustrated all the many ways one could flip a tractor, which usually results in serious injury or death. I was careful not to flip the riding mower, although I did accidentally crash it into my car. I wasn't going very fast, so no motor vehicles were damaged in the incident. As a result of my efforts, I was able to haul home three big bags full of grass clippings for my compost pile, which is probably going to get hot enough to combust like the City of Durham yard waste facility. Oh the excitement.

Wednesday, June 06, 2007

Any way you want it

This makes me laugh. I like to laugh. For those of you too lazy to click the link, it's to the "Legion of Rock Stars," a group of, er, musicians, who listen to music on noise-blocking headphones and play along to rock standards, recording their output. Some of them sound better than the originals.

It has reminded me of an idea I'd love to put into practice, if only I weren't so lazy: headphone karaoke. Participants would would don headphones attached to a music emitting device, the output of which the audience would not hear, and sing along to their favorite songs. Much beer would be required, I believe. Somebody organize this and invite me. There would be much rejoicing.

Thanks to .:DataWhat?:. for the link.

Monday, June 04, 2007

I just flew in from Boston and boy are my ... oh never mind

The truth is I'm lazy. And I can't even be bothered to think much. So I've been neglecting my blog.

But yesterday I was part of a phenomenon we call a "baby shower" in this bizarre culture of ours. The one thing I will say in defense of baby showers is that they are not nearly as godawful as bridal showers. I'm pissed off at all men because they are never, ever expected to attend baby showers (or bridal ones). Bastards.

Actually, I've got nothing against getting together and bestowing onesies, Boppies and assorted baby containment devices at women about to pop out a young'un. And the target of this particular shower happens to be a good friend whom I like very much and I was happy to help shower her with gifts (even though I disapprove of any and all human procreation). But in the world of showerdom, it's not enough just to put out a spread of food and let people drop off a gift, chow down and leave. We have to watch The Opening of the Gifts. Ooh, a onesie. Ahh, a Boppy. Ooh ahh, a baby containment device. I think I missed out on the gene that makes that sort of thing thrilling.

But the worst part of all is that we have to play a game. Usually these games involve something to do with baby names, but as this shower was almost exclusively attended by dog people, specifically agility and flyball folks, we at least got to play a dog-themed game: we divided into teams and competed to see which team could name the most "famous" dogs. Apparently, I discovered, it's considered bad form to actually try to win such a game. My team won. Although I'm still pissed that a robot dog (Daggett from the original Battlestar Galactica) and a puppet dog (Triumph the Insult Comic Dog) were for some reason not allowed, while cartoon dogs were perfecly OK (we got plenty of those).

I hope no one else I know decides to get pregnant.