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October 15, 2006

WHEN THE SAINTS GO MARCHING ALL OVER YOU

Nice to see Andy Reid hasn't learned a damn thing about clock management. No time outs left and the Saints took advantage by running the clock down after the two minute warning to kick the winning field goal and deny the Eagles a shot at tying the game. In a close game, wasting your time outs is just bad coaching. No excuse, and I'm tired of his bland "I take the blame" post-game pronouncements. If you're taking the blame, when are you going to pay the price? How many games like this can you take responsibility for losing before you have to pay for it?

Bad defense- the Eagles secondary is still pathetic- a terrible performance by the offensive line and a befuddled defense means that the Eagles are going nowhere right now. Add to that bad coaching- Reid makes incomprehensible decisions followed by his standing on the sideline looking like the Tums haven't taken effect yet- and you get a team that's lucky to be 4-2. I'd be looking forward to basketball season, but the Sixers will be lucky to be mediocre this season. Maybe I should just take a sabattical from sports this Winter. It would certainly be good for my blood pressure.


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October 16, 2006

NAKED SAW THE STRANGER

I could tell you about my day right now, but then I'd have to explain how I managed to be caught naked in my own house by a stranger.

I don't feel like explaining this at the moment.

Let's just say it was an accident involving a mistake in schedules, a shower, two inadvertently unlocked doors, and a language barrier. I'm still traumatized. I'm sure the person who saw me is traumatized, too. Nobody needs to see that. Fran doesn't need to see that. I don't want to see that, but I can't avoid mirrors. I think therapy may be in order- for the stranger and for me. But how was I to know "don't come in here" and "wait fifteen minutes" weren't universally understood in Los Angeles circa 2006? If I knew that "vamos" would have gotten the job done, I would have said "vamos," but it never occurred to me....

...but I don't feel like explaining this at the moment.

I lead a very strange life.

And from now on, no more housekeepers, handymen, plumbers, gardeners, electricians, or anyone else. Call me Bob Vila. A fully clothed Bob Vila. With a locked front door.


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October 17, 2006

CSI: PALOS VERDES

Oh, lovely. They found a body a few blocks from here, dead by the ocean at the base of the cliffs, a weapon nearby, suspicious circumstances, all that. We're supposed to live far away from that kind of thing. We don't want to have to deal with that stuff around here- it's, you know, what happens over in San Pedro or Harbor City or the LBC. Not here.

And it's along my usual running route, so it's creepy as hell. It's not the first body found there- one sad story a couple of years ago had a girl, missing for a year, turn up as a pile of remains halfway down the slope, her CD player and other accessories nearby, where she'd apparently accidentally fallen off the cliff. Today, I was heading to the post office when an emergency vehicle sped past, then a fire truck, then an ambulance, and on the way back I saw them congregated at the fishing access near the lighthouse, with a KABC-TV truck and camera set up by the little cinder block outhouse at the top of the path to the ocean. When the TV trucks show up down here, someone's dead. And sure enough, when I got home, a four line wire story was already posted.

Maybe it shouldn't creep me out- we don't know anything about the case yet- but it does. On TV, this would be the start of a series about the dark underbelly of seemingly idyllic suburbia, something "Desperate Housewives"-ish. I don't want to live in "Desperate Housewives." I want to live in a wacky sitcom, or, better yet, a gentle Disney family movie, one with nothing but happy people and heartwarming situations. Nobody dies in gentle Disney family movies. OK, maybe Old Yeller and Bambi's mom. But they didn't find a deer at the bottom of the cliff.


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October 18, 2006

CINDER BLOCKS AVAILABLE FOR EXTRA CHARGE

I'm busy, the Mets forced game seven, so here's a space-filling scan, what you'd have been ordering in May 1978 out of the TV Guide:

Giant Shaun, just $4.! The KISS Collage, $2.50! Coneheads! Farrah! Susan Anton?

No, I never owned any of those. But I'd bet you did.

That makes me hungry:

Nothing like some nice, salty explosives to top off the day.


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GRENOUILLE DE TOILETTE

By the way, I get a lot of readers here, which is nice, but according to the stats page, you know what the number one search term is that brings people here?

Here's a hint:

Yes, "Kandoo." The Kandoo frog. Everyone loves the freakin' Kandoo frog wiping his froggy little ass.

Just thought you'd want to know. Jeez.


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October 19, 2006

THIS WEEK'S "THE LETTER": THE FUTURE IS NOW, SORT OF

This week's All Access "The Letter" finally gets to what I hinted about for a few weeks, the future of radio that's actuially here right now if you want it, plus a gratuitous and blatant plug for this site dropped in at the end of the gratuitous and blatant plug for the other site:

I have seen the future. Actually, I'm looking at it right now. It's about 6 1/2 ounces, it fits in my pocket, and because of it, I just heard a guy on a Philadelphia radio station arguing with a caller about why the Eagles lost in New Orleans. Live. In Los Angeles.

I've been threatening to explain this for a few weeks now, and here it is: you know how they say that someday we'll have Internet access in the car, and we'll be able to listen to streaming audio in our cars or anywhere else? And how this means that anyone will then be able to have his or her own global radio station without need for transmitters or FCC licenses? You know how they make it seem like this is still years off?

I have that right now. And so do a lot of other people who may not even realize it yet. And that means it's coming sooner than you think.

It's simple: I have a cell phone that has that EVDO semi-broadband Internet connectivity. I can use it to go on the web, click on an audio stream, and hear the audio through the phone speaker. And if I pop the cassette adapter cord off my satellite radio receiver and plug it into my phone, I can hear that stream- in stereo, very few dropouts, not audiophile but perfectly listenable- on my car stereo.

And that's how I've been driving around Southern California listening to live radio from other places. I'm listening to Philadelphia sports hosts trying vainly to convince callers that the Eagles don't have clock management issues, and Detroit talkers taking World Series calls. What's going on in London, or Melbourne, or Trenton? No problem, I can hear it live. If I can, so can a lot of people. If it's this easy, and the technology's already here, how long before a cell phone carrier launches a little box that's dedicated to getting streaming audio into your car stereo- just plug it in and you've got an unlimited number of radio options?

Great. So this means what for your career?

Good question. It could mean that the entire economic model of this industry is going to implode. Or it could mean that you could create your own show- uncensored and live- and sell ads on it and be free of employers and bosses forever. I don't know. All I'm saying is that the Brave New World they allude to at conferences and conventions, the uncertain future, may be closer than we thought. I don't know if it's too early to prepare, but it's never too early to pay attention.

And, again, when there's an infinite number of stations, and anyone can play music, the only thing that other people can't duplicate is... you. So you got that going for you, and, no, I'm not gonna write "Which is nice" here, because I've used up all my permissible "Caddyshack" references for the year.

Now that I've thrown some fear into your life, maybe I should just go to something more comforting, and I'd say Talk Topics at All Access News-Talk-Sports fits that bill with all the topics you need to put together a great show. Examples? So far this week, there's the trouble with body piercing, a list of the most influential non-existent people ever, the saga of the "Skunk Ape," proof that stingrays want to kill us all (one at a time), the winner of the title of Dumbest State in the Union, one really final way baseball fans can declare their loyalty, the real reason the 1986 Red Sox lost the World Series (they were cursed, but not how you thought), another school system that's banning tag, a candidate for sheriff who's hit upon an unusual way to stand out on the ballot, plenty on the Miami-FIU brawl, an airline that plans to pay you- not enough, though- to fly, and, oh, I don't know, other stuff, lots of it, plus "10 Questions With..." WHCU/Ithaca morning host/APD Dave Vie ser and the Talent Toolkit with three really sweet candy websites (sorry) and the rest of All Access with the industry's best/first/fastest/utmost/ginchiest news coverage in Net News, the best radio job listings, the incredible searchable Industry Directory, Mediabase charts, and much more, all free. See? You're feeling better already. (And if that's not enough, there's always pmsimon.com, for which I'll sneak a plug in here- it's stuff I write just because, including the true story of how I ended up in a very embarrassing clothing-deficient situation, the mystery of the Dead Guy In My Neighborhood, and other useless babbling- at least it's free, too)

Next week: Don't know. Depends on my mood. Probably something dashed off at the very last second. Why change a winning formula?


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October 20, 2006

SOMEONE PRINTED MY NAME ON A PIECE OF PAPER

Hey, look, I'm extensively quoted in the L.A. Times today! Click here to share the joy!

I'm sure they'll sell a record number of copies today because of this. I'm money in the bank.



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SWEET SIXTEEN

We've been celebrating anniversaries for 16 years now, and it's a cliche, I suppose, to suggest that each is more special than the last, but it's true, this year more than ever. And through it all, even as we had to play the hand life dealt us this year, there was never a doubt that we'd make it.

Several years ago, I found a yellow rubber duck in the Dodger Stadium gift shop while killing time before a game, and a year or so later, I found a pink version. They're identical- from the same mold- with the exception of the color, so I guess one's a boy duck- a drake- and the other's a girl. And looking at them the other day, they just seemed appropriate for today, even if the boy version, to be perfectly accurate, should be sporting a Phillies jersey and cap. No matter; we are individuals yet from the same mold, we fit perfectly together, and we squeak when squeezed.

Well, maybe I don't do THAT.

Happy anniversary, Fran. It just keeps getting better.


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October 21, 2006

ON THE AIR AGAIN

Hey, it's late notice, but in case you're in San Francisco and near a radio or if you're online and wanna hear me blather on about movies and TV and stuff, I'll be on Turi Ryder's show on KIFR (106.9 Free FM) in a few minutes (sometime about 8:30 pm Pacific time). Stream is here. Enjoy.


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