Luring disco dollies to a life of vice...
Nov. 15th, 2005 02:01 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
prolixfootleWell, lately things have been… strange. And that’s by my standards, which are notoriously stringent when it comes to the ol’ strange-o-meter.
I mean, usually, Rod Serling has to be introducing things before they’ll even register.
So… I have to ask: How many people have been revealed as ‘naked in the shower’ in front of half a million people? Can I see a show of hands? Ok… I see![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
morganaus… looking… still looking… is that it? Hrm… interesting…
“What,” you ask, “is this all about?” Well let me ‘splain… no, that will take too long… let me summarize…
Firstly, a disclaimer: No actual visuals accompanied this revelation. For that, people should be forever grateful as their eyesight wasn’t irreparably damaged.
And now for somethingcompletely somewhat different.
Previously, I may have mentioned that I have a bit of a relationship with the Local Morning Radio Program. Although it’s become a regular part of my life, I don’t mention it frequently, because… well… it seems kind of… boastful… to make a big production of it, kind of like tooting my own horn. So I don’t mention it often. But it happens.
Anyway, the way it works it that, always via e-mail, I occasionally sent commentary, song parodies, informational links… whatever suits the day’s topics of discussion. Sometimes the Local Morning Program On-Air Personality uses them, sometimes he doesn’t. And, very occasionally, he actually asks me for specific information.
I’ve got the schedule down pretty well – when breaks occur, when promos hit, number of songs between ‘bits’ – so I can usually send things in in a timely manner. Previously, I had always considered this scheduling knowledge to be one-sided. However…
It appears that my Local Morning Radio Program On-Air Personality also has my schedule down, and is rather well versed in my morning rituals… more so that I had heretofore believed.
You see, yesterday morning I was, as is my custom, listening to the radio as I got ready for work. Slightly after 5:30 am, there was a discussion about some technological breakthrough (IBM slows light to be specific). Suddenly, just as I stepped out of the shower, I hear this: “How fast is the speed of light?!? Prolix, Prolix Footle, if you’re listening, could you e-mail us the speed of light? I realize that you’re probably naked in the shower, but if you could send us that as soon as possible… Prolix is our official archivist and unofficial associate producer for those of you just joining us… he’s good at finding that kind of information…”
So, first thing off the bat, anyone listening to the number one radio station in the area, the morning program that is up for National Morning Program of the Year, with an average listening audience of around 800,000 people, was exposed to the thought of me in the shower. Word has it that breakfast sales at local restaurants fell to nearly zero…
Later that same morning, I again received a plea via radio, this time for artist and lyrics for the song Patches, part of the mornings theme of ‘songs that make you cry’. So, two public call-outs in one day. Weirdness upon weirdness.
And that’s not the only thing. A couple of days ago another oddity popped up. This one is a bit… different. I’m not sure yet how to feel about it, beyond being extremely flattered and exceedingly flabbergasted.
You see, I have this friendjanisjoplin1966, a very kind, cool and interesting lady, and one of the very few ‘meat-world’ friends that knows about my journal. A former co-worker here at the Middling Large Lumber Retailer wh has, much to her betterment. Moved on to greener pastures (not to insinuate anything cattle-like about her – I feel I need to clarify that as I know how your minds work givemethegun). She’s always been a bit of a cheerleader when it comes to my creative abilities, which I’ve always appreciated. But, on with the story…
One of my previous posts caught her fancy. So much so that she forwarded to her friendangelsg who just happens to be a professional artist. The upshot of this whole operation was that I apparently ended up as inspiration, something which, to the best of my knowledge, hadn’t occurred before. And the end result was this:
Breathtaking, isn’t it? Plus,angelsg has also asked to be allowed try and interpret my Lady Morpheus post as well. That is just so incredibly hoopy! As I said, I feel amazingly flattered and just a bit weird. I’m still not entirely sure where the weirdness is coming from either.
Finally, the strangest thing of all:morganaus has agreed to let me visit again! This Saturday mr_meatfriend and I will be traveling to the Land of Cleves for what I’m sure will be an incredibly strange adventure (of course, I mean that in the best possible way!). Hopefully many photogs will be graphed. I’ll let you know…
I mean, usually, Rod Serling has to be introducing things before they’ll even register.
So… I have to ask: How many people have been revealed as ‘naked in the shower’ in front of half a million people? Can I see a show of hands? Ok… I see
morganaus… looking… still looking… is that it? Hrm… interesting…“What,” you ask, “is this all about?” Well let me ‘splain… no, that will take too long… let me summarize…
Firstly, a disclaimer: No actual visuals accompanied this revelation. For that, people should be forever grateful as their eyesight wasn’t irreparably damaged.
And now for something
Previously, I may have mentioned that I have a bit of a relationship with the Local Morning Radio Program. Although it’s become a regular part of my life, I don’t mention it frequently, because… well… it seems kind of… boastful… to make a big production of it, kind of like tooting my own horn. So I don’t mention it often. But it happens.
Anyway, the way it works it that, always via e-mail, I occasionally sent commentary, song parodies, informational links… whatever suits the day’s topics of discussion. Sometimes the Local Morning Program On-Air Personality uses them, sometimes he doesn’t. And, very occasionally, he actually asks me for specific information.
I’ve got the schedule down pretty well – when breaks occur, when promos hit, number of songs between ‘bits’ – so I can usually send things in in a timely manner. Previously, I had always considered this scheduling knowledge to be one-sided. However…
It appears that my Local Morning Radio Program On-Air Personality also has my schedule down, and is rather well versed in my morning rituals… more so that I had heretofore believed.
You see, yesterday morning I was, as is my custom, listening to the radio as I got ready for work. Slightly after 5:30 am, there was a discussion about some technological breakthrough (IBM slows light to be specific). Suddenly, just as I stepped out of the shower, I hear this: “How fast is the speed of light?!? Prolix, Prolix Footle, if you’re listening, could you e-mail us the speed of light? I realize that you’re probably naked in the shower, but if you could send us that as soon as possible… Prolix is our official archivist and unofficial associate producer for those of you just joining us… he’s good at finding that kind of information…”
So, first thing off the bat, anyone listening to the number one radio station in the area, the morning program that is up for National Morning Program of the Year, with an average listening audience of around 800,000 people, was exposed to the thought of me in the shower. Word has it that breakfast sales at local restaurants fell to nearly zero…
Later that same morning, I again received a plea via radio, this time for artist and lyrics for the song Patches, part of the mornings theme of ‘songs that make you cry’. So, two public call-outs in one day. Weirdness upon weirdness.
And that’s not the only thing. A couple of days ago another oddity popped up. This one is a bit… different. I’m not sure yet how to feel about it, beyond being extremely flattered and exceedingly flabbergasted.
You see, I have this friend
janisjoplin1966, a very kind, cool and interesting lady, and one of the very few ‘meat-world’ friends that knows about my journal. A former co-worker here at the Middling Large Lumber Retailer wh has, much to her betterment. Moved on to greener pastures (not to insinuate anything cattle-like about her – I feel I need to clarify that as I know how your minds work givemethegun). She’s always been a bit of a cheerleader when it comes to my creative abilities, which I’ve always appreciated. But, on with the story…One of my previous posts caught her fancy. So much so that she forwarded to her friend
angelsg who just happens to be a professional artist. The upshot of this whole operation was that I apparently ended up as inspiration, something which, to the best of my knowledge, hadn’t occurred before. And the end result was this:Breathtaking, isn’t it? Plus,
angelsg has also asked to be allowed try and interpret my Lady Morpheus post as well. That is just so incredibly hoopy! As I said, I feel amazingly flattered and just a bit weird. I’m still not entirely sure where the weirdness is coming from either.Finally, the strangest thing of all:
morganaus has agreed to let me visit again! This Saturday mr_meatfriend and I will be traveling to the Land of Cleves for what I’m sure will be an incredibly strange adventure (of course, I mean that in the best possible way!). Hopefully many photogs will be graphed. I’ll let you know…
