A few years ago (before XM had me coming up with inane classifications for R&B genres), I used to listen to Jim Rome’s radio show. Granted, some of the humor — if it could be called that — wasn’t my cup of tea. I didn’t like the idea of rants from the members of his “Jungle,” but one thing I did like: his ongoing ridicule of “Softball Guy.” Read more…
Tonight, I went for a walk with Rosie, the newest addition to our household (a five-month-old puppy with hints of German shephard, airedale, and crackhead). As usual, I took my once state-of-the-art iPod — now an outmoded piece of 20 GB plastic — for the ride. This time, though, I hit shuffle to see which of the 1000 or so songs it would give me. Read more…
Thanks to the miracle of XM radio, I often get in my car, turn the key and hear songs that I have long since forgotten. Like the time I heard Rick Springfield’s “Jessie’s Girl” about five minutes before another station broke out Rick’s “Affair of the Heart.” I mean, I can imagine hearing the former every so often, but to hear the latter within the same car ride? What are the odds on that? 100,000 to 1? Read more…
One of my favorite comedians, Lewis Black, has a routine about accidentally eavesdropping on a conversation – and being completely shocked, dismayed or confused by what people say. Out loud. With other humans around. I’d try to sum up his thoughts, but thanks to the miracle of Wikipedia’s quote section, I’ll let Lewis tell it: Read more…
