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August 26, 2007

THOMAS THE DEPRESSING GOVERNMENT-SUBSIDIZED COMMERCIAL TRANSPORTATION VEHICLE

Our nephew likes "Thomas the Tank Engine." A lot. He has all the trains, and we got him a nifty set with tracks and a little plastic train-washing shed. The trains are all over the house, and he brings them everywhere. And the big TV in the living room is always showing "Thomas," courtesy of Satan's TV channel, PBS Sprout.

That's what he was watching when I came to the living room to watch some of the Eagles-Steelers game tonight, so I watched a little "Thomas" (YOU try to tell a two year old it's time to change the channel), and that is one frightening show, I tell you what. I don't know how it doesn't give kids nightmares, what with the trains all sporting truly frightening gray faces with disturbing expressions, strange, dour-looking villagers, and a generally depressing aura of late 1940's-early 1950's Britain, all grim post-war austerity.

Nothing says quality children's entertainment like post-war Britain. Except maybe late 1930's-early 1940's Britain, with the meat rationing and evacuating through Dunkirk. Good times.

But there's no rational explanation for what fascinates really little kids. "Thomas" may be downright weird, but it could be worse. "Barney," for one. I'd have to leave the house if that was on. I can live with the creepy gray-faced twins.


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August 27, 2007

MAYBE THEY JUST WANT PEOPLE FROM NEW JERSEY TO FEEL AT HOME

Open letter to the administration of the City of Tampa:

I have often visited your fine city and have frequently run on the promenade along Bayshore Drive and the bay, as many people do every day. I would like to point out to you that the route is lovely -- one of the finest urban running trails in the country, I would venture to say, even if it is concrete -- and inviting, except for one small problem:

The smell.

It stinks like sewage. It's like running in a porta-potty. The bay water is chunk-style.

If you really want to make your city a better destination, you might want to, oh, I don't know, clean it up so it doesn't have that fecal aura.

Or throw a few 2,000 Flushes deals in the water. But you gotta do SOMETHING about it.

Thank you.

Sincerely,

Revolted in Los Angeles


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August 28, 2007

RETURNS DESK

Just got in after flying all day. Flight from Tampa to Dallas was perfect: had a row all to ourselves, fast, comfortable. Flight from Dallas to L.A. sucked: we got the very last row, in a seat next to the toilets and in a little cubby hole behind the galley, with the window looking directly at the side of an engine.

But at least we made it back, and now we're home with a cat that will not stop meowing. "Don't EVER leave me again," I think she's saying. I'm pretty sure I won't be sleeping tonight. But i'm going to try... right... about...

Now.


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August 29, 2007

CAT. NAP?

After flying all day and working late yesterday, all I wanted was to get a few hours of sleep before starting back on the 3:45 am schedule. Jet lag was in full effect, and I needed to adjust. But someone had another idea.

"Mrrrrrrrroooowwwww!"

When we walked into the house yesterday, Ella the World's Most Famous Cat was hiding behind the washer and dryer. After an hour or so, she decided the coast was clear and she could come out. And then she let us have it.

"Mrrrrrrrroooowwwww!" She vocalized her discontent every few seconds. "Mrrrrrrrroooowwwww!" I don't speak fluent cat, but I believe this one translates as "don't you EVER leave me alone again!" We did have a cat sitter coming in every day to feed her and clean the litter and take care of her, but she hid behind the dryer and never emerged to meet the cat sitter, not once. "Mrrrrrrrroooowwwww!" She was not having any of that.

And the meowing continued after the lights went out. "Mrrrrrrrroooowwwww!" at 10 pm. "Mrrrrrrrroooowwwww!" at midnight. "Mrrrrrrrroooowwwww!" at 12:30, at 1, at 2. "Mrrrrrrrroooowwwww!" every 20 seconds. She'd stop for a few minutes if petted, then she'd start up again. "Mrrrrrrrroooowwwww!" And trying to sleep became a pointless endeavor.

So I gave up well before it was time to get up, I fed her ("Mrrrrrrrroooowwwww!" all the time), and I went into the office to work. She followed me. "Mrrrrrrrroooowwwww!" "Mrrrrrrrroooowwwww!" "Mrrrrrrrroooowwwww!" "Mrrrrrrrroooowwwww!" "Mrrrrrrrroooowwwww!" Every time I turned to start typing, "Mrrrrrrrroooowwwww!" She Just. Would. Not. Stop.

Until about two hours ago. She's been sitting atop the living room sofa while Fran lies below, napping. It's all quite charming, Fran and the cat lounging and enjoying the afternoon sea breeze. I don't at all resent their ability to nap while I still have to work. Not at all.

Unless the cat goes back to "Mrrrrrrrroooowwwww!" tonight. Then, the gloves come off. You want crab-flavored Whisker Lickins, do you, now? Then let me sleep. Let's get some cooperatioon going here, okay?


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August 30, 2007

THIS WEEK'S "THE LETTER": IT'S MAYHEM, I TELLS YA

This week's "The Letter" is self-explanatory. There was a typo in the e-mail version, fixed here (I know it's Larry Craig, not Clark -- Clark is the movie director, Craig the guy with the "wide stance"). Here, read:

I was away from home for several days, far, far away in a strange and foreign land where the mosquitoes have individual names and the cockroaches are as big as linebackers. Yes, I was in sunny, hot, humid, almost liquid Florida, where I got to listen to radio stations not only from the greater Tampa-St. Petersburg-Clearwater-Dunedin-Pinellas Park-Temple Terrace-Brandon-Lutz market but from several surrounding markets like Sarasota, Lakeland, Orlando, and Havana. I did a lot of radio listening, especially on my long morning run along Bayshore where scanning the dial took my mind off of the heat, the humidity, and the smell (memo to Tampa officials: the bay water is not supposed to be chunk-style). And I heard some things that pushed my blood pressure up a little, because as a former radio programmer, I can't stop being a PD. I want to fix things, but since nobody will let me anywhere NEAR a radio station anymore, I gotta bring this stuff up here. So, these are a few thing s I heard, and why I shouldn't be hearing them:

"We've got a great show for you today."

I'll be the judge of that, Chuckles. Are you Ed Sullivan? No. So don't tell me it's a really big show, especially if all it is involves traffic and weather reports and a few kicker stories. "Honey, you shoulda heard the WWWWWWW morning show today! They had a report about a defective traffic light at West Shore and Gandy, and you'll never guess the relative humidity!" Promise nothing. Just deliver.

"It's 19 minutes in front of the hour."

Okay, but what time is it? Do you HAVE to talk like that? I don't know what "in front of" is supposed to mean. Is that before or after? And what hour are we talking about? If I'm getting ready for work in the morning, I'm not looking to calculate anything. Gotta get on the road by 6:40 -- so, am I late or not? Lose the jargon.

"It's 'Mayhem in the AM!'"

Okay, when I hear that, I expect mayhem. Real mayhem. Preferably one host bludgeoning the other with a baseball bat. (For some shows, that should be a daily feature. And if listeners get to join in, I'm sold) The "Mayhem in the AM" I heard was a perfectly good show -- it was on an AM news-talk station and they do a solid job of that with good energy and personality and plenty of local information -- but there wasn't any mayhem. "Mayhem" connotes out-of-control, outrageous, crazed. And in fairness, I only listened on one morning, so perhaps I missed the episode where someone brought a tactical nuclear warhead into the studio. But again, what you promise, you gotta deliver. You say "Mayhem," I want mayhem. Don't disappoint me. Or come up with a more appropriate name. (I'll give you "Talk Topics," cheap)

There were other good shows, too, of course, shows that tackled local issues with gusto and several shows that dissected, sliced, diced, chopped, cut and peeled the Buccaneers as cut day loomed. Some shows handled the Michael Vick story well, even after there wasn't much more to add to it, and everyone had something to say about Sen. Larry Craig. I could have used more local material, though -- I wanted to get the pulse of Tampa and St, Petersburg, and other than football, I felt I was getting more national talk. Still, the perfectionist in me wants talk radio to be perfect across the dial. Zero tolerance -- I want every show to do everything right, all the time, from the biggest syndicated extravaganzas to the smallest market "Tradio" show. I want to look at the ratings and see talk radio dominate. When I'm King of Radio... um... but I'm not, so I'll just keep listening and sniping and lecturing. And dreaming. It's what I do best.

What you do best is your radio show, of course, and -- yes, we've just left the "good" part and slipped right into the plug -- the one-stop source for material to make your show the best it can be is, naturally, All Access News-Talk-Sports' Talk Topics column (motto: "Looking For A Better Name Since 1999"). All you need to do is go there every day and presto, you've got a ton of great topics and conversation starters and needlessly self-indulgent commentary, all ready to fulfill your minimum daily topic requirements. So far this week, you'll items about find the role of "The Shocker" in high school athletics, an epic sports prank, how the Net has made making travel arrangement both easier and harder, a portrait of Ray Charles made of Post-Its, parents who shouldn't be allowed anywhere NEAR their kids, a profile of a contest pig, the legal troubles of El DeBarge (El DeBarge?!?), a couple who went through way too much trouble for a case of Natty Light, the possibility of the iCar, how to fix your phone after you drop it in the toilet (assuming you'd WANT to fix it), another school's ban on tag, why I get annoyed at hotel alarm clocks, Mark Cuban and Wayne Newton dancing, how wearing a Texas shirt on an Oklahoma bar could be hazardous to your most sensitive of areas, the spread of the everybody-strip-or-I'll-bomb-your-store phone hoax, John Edwards' problem with SUVs, the end of the last of the "at the tone, the time will be..." phone numbers, the fight over who owns the name "Steak Bomb," and plenty about U.S. Senators who use "wide stances" in Minneapolis-St. Paul airport restrooms, plus all the other stuff you've come to expect from All Access, including the best/fastest/first industry coverage in Net News, ratings, job listings, Mediabase charts, message boards, and much more, all free.

And now, if my cat will stop meowing all night, I'm gonna go try to catch up on the sleep I lost in all that travel. I suggest you do the same. Good thing it's a holiday weekend.


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August 31, 2007

OH, THANK HEAVEN

It has arrived.

It is here.

It is good.

It?

Our very own, brand-new, open-for-business-this-afternoon... 7-Eleven.

Yes, we've had 7-Elevens in the general area, but this one's right there at the corner of Hawthorne and PV Drive, a mere few minute's drive away, a long walk, next door to the Starbucks and Subway with the multi-million dollar view. It has gas pumps. It has a nice big Slurpee machine. It has a great view of the Pacific Ocean -- and sunset -- from the cash register and from the gas pump islands. The bathrooms work. It's spotless and new, so new that it isn't even listed on the 7-Eleven Web site or anywhere else, so new that it wasn't yet open this morning but by lunchtime, the balloons were tied to the sign, the gas prices were posted, and the parking lot was filled.

It's beautiful.

Of course, it should get that thin coating of 7-Eleven grease within days, and the place should become disheveled and gross in short order, but right now, it's clean and new and fully stocked. The baked goods are fresh, the sodas are all in stock, the newspapers -- all they have is the L.A. Times for now -- are neatly stacked, the lottery machine is clean and new and spitting out Mega Millions tickets. There is nothing so beautiful as a brand-new, shiny 7-Eleven. Nothing.

Except for a Wawa. Wawas rule. But we don't have Wawa, so this will have to do.


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September 1, 2007

FLABBY DAYS

We all know Americans are too fat, right? And that obesity is a new thing, growing radically in recent years, the fault of Bushitler and Halliburton and greedy television executives, right?

Here ya go: I plucked a random old TV Guide off the shelf, this one from 1978, and there were no less than five ads for miracle weight loss products. Turns out being overweight was common even in the Carter admimistration. Who knew? The truth is that people HAVE gotten heavier. They've also gotten taller and live longer. And the general obsession with being thin has existed long before we all got affected by global warming and overpopulation and Republican conspiracies.

Here's a capsule that promises the world:

An appetite suppressant! You had to read the fine print to understand how it made you lose weight: you had to eat "sensible" snacks and desserts, meaning -- shock! -- you had to eat less of the stuff you like. Easy! And they still, I believe, make this stuff. I think it has benzocaine in it, which I thought you sprayed on your sunburn.

I think Cartman took this stuff, but to gain weight:

More Permathene, this time a protein plan. I guess they assumed that you hadn't seen the first ad, which touted the capsule as the way to go, and they'd catch you with this stuff, which alludes to real medical-type people saying it's great. No exercise, either -- taking this stuff is like jogging 10 miles a day! Perfectly plausible! Why, it's from "Boston's leading medical school"!

You can still get this stuff, too:

They wisely refrain from breathless claims about HOW much you'll lose. It used to have PPA, which got banned, then had ephedra, which ran into the same fate. What's in it now? Who knows? Will it help you lose weight? Who knows? But it does have a name that almost sounds like "dexedrine." Come on, Eileen.

Here's another appetite suppressant:

Aah, boring. And "three planned meals a day"? "Planned" means you're going to be eating wood. No, I want the Astro-Trimmer!:

"Incredible * Astounding * World Famous"! Testimonials from M. Morgan, M. Meyers, and J. Stewart! 4 to 8 inches lost in one day without dieting or your money back! Just wear it, sit there reading a magazine, and you lose (in more ways than one)! Send check, money order, MasterCharge or BankAmericard number now! No C.O.D.s!

Look, all I'm saying is that we were all "fat" in 1978. We were "fat" in 1968, 1958, 1948. We had fat presidents. Some people were grossly overweight, and some were not. People ate fatty foods on the run, and people didn't exercise like they should. Same as now.

Or maybe TV Guide readers were especially flabby. Probably. But in the present obesity witch-hunt, it's good to get some perspective from history, or at least from some old, yellowing magazines on some bored guy's shelf.


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