Radio Show Tonight!

For those of you who don’t already know the drill…

The big button above (or this link, hint hint!) will take you to my radio show profile page.  Incidentally, the profile page always plays the most recent show in a little window off to the right, if any of you want to relive my most recent foray onto the airwaves.

The show will go live at 10pm Eastern time tonight.   Click on the big-ass button above or click the link to stop by and listen in! At 10pm, a “Click to Listen” button will appear on my profile page there and you can click that to stream the show live.  At one point in time you had to be running Windows Media Player to listen live, but if my searching of the FAQ’s is accurate, that’s no longer the case.  Woo for all us Apple users!

Or, for the adventurous, you can call in and talk to me on the air. The call-in number is:

(646) 915-8720

(Get the hint?)

That being a New York phone number (and definitively not mine), long distance charges may apply. However, there should be a “click to talk” button, which should in theory allow anyone with a microphone connected to their computer to click the button and talk to me directly over VOIP free of charge.  I think that’s how one of my callers did it last time, so that seems to be working A-OK.  I can have up to 5 callers on the line at one time.  I’ve never had it cap out, but hey, that’s a good potential problem to have, huh?

As an aside, in the interest of full disclosure, anyone who calls in will have their phone number pop up on my little host switchboard.  (The Click-to-Talk people pop up as calling in from 000-000-0000 if memory serves.)  I swear on my honor as a Virginian, I have never written down or otherwise saved the phone number of anyone who’s called my show, and have no intention of doing so.   I figure anybody who wants me to have their phone number knows my email address and can give it to me explicitly.  But I wanted to be completely above board with this, just on the off chance that somebody wasn’t entirely comfortable with the idea that I might see their number.  End aside.

When 10 rolls around, the chick with the snooty British accent will say “BlogTalkRadio!” and then yours truly will be drawlin’ on the airwaves.  Like last time, I’ll also open a chat room window for those who are interested – but I’m not sure how much attention I’ll be paying to it.  My guess is that the more folks I have on the line, the less time I’ll be watching the chat window.  But I am just winging this whole thing, after all, so whatever.

As a side note, the show is scheduled for an hour. That means that, as I understand it, when 11:00 rolls around, the “Click to Listen” button goes away, the listening window goes dead, and nobody else can call in.  However, anybody already on the phone will still be good to go – and the show will keep recording until I hang up.  Even though nobody can listen live, it’s still being recorded for the archives. In other words, if we’re having fun, the show can run long.  Assuming I’m still awake and all.

As of this moment I haven’t the foggiest idea what the hell I’m going to be talking about, I’m just gonna wing it. Anybody that calls in gets the chance to help determine the direction of the conversation, so let that be a mini-bribe.

It’s important to add that if there are any problems with the show, check here for updates.  I once had a significant problem getting through on the phone lines to my own show, and I didn’t start until 10 minutes late.  If anything like that happens, I’ll post up here.

Hope to hear from some of you tonight!


5 Responses

  1. Sorry I have to miss it, again. Hope all goes well!

  2. M*t*e*f*c*i*g, *o*k*u*k*n*, three-balled bastard!

    My girlfriend decided to change our cable line-up. Awesome, more movie channels, more sports channels, a new unbroken remote. All is good so far. And it’s cheaper. I don’t know how that worked out but, good one, honey!

    Then, the other day when I had to make one of my very infrequent phone calls from the house, there was a problem. You know that sound you get when you pick up a phone? That low, hum? It was missing.

    Turns out, because they both have cellphones and no one ever calls me at home (I don’t have a cellphone. Everyone knows the best way to get me is email and if you have to call, I sit next to a phone around nine hours a day. If you can’t reach me in that amount of time you’re SOL), she turned off the land line.

    So all my planning, not booking work, fridge full of beer, took a couple of vocal lessons, it’s all for naught. If the best laid schemes of mice and men go often askew mine just die on the vine.

    Have a great show.

    ‘S’a’right, man, I’ll catch ya another night maybe.

    • Damn, hope you don’t need 911 while no one is home. Maybe you could get a telegraph?

      Or a fire and wet blankets for smoke signals.

  3. I would suggest flares or maybe blow-up dolls (they’re in the basement behind the roller blade box) fill with helium. That’ll get some attention.

    The skyward blow-up dolls was one of my favorite opening death scenes from Six Feet Under.

    I suggested to MTAE that he call from the comedy club with a live report.

    I loved that 6FU bit too! Re-enacting an old Snopes classic.

  4. Given up beer? Have you also become a commie? No wonder I’m drinking so much lately, I’m picking up your slack.

    Honestly, I never got into beer. I’ve pretty much always been a bourbon or rum drinker, with the exception of that grain spell I went through as a freshman in college. *shiver*

    I knew an Army photographer who was the first person to take pictures of Hiroshima and Nagasaki after the bombings. I got to see some of pictures that weren’t public and, holy shit that was a case of ugly on a puss cracker.

    I bet. Damn. I think I’m glad I haven’t seen those.

    He was a very interesting guy. I’ve never met anyone else who’s taken pictures of Emperor Hirohito and The Beatles. When Hirohito died it was his picture that was in newspapers.

    You were right, it was Maddox:

    “My sister holds my belly up.”? THAT was a ‘tame’ story? Wow, I’m feeling so much better about myself in your eyes.

    The last time we took my girlfriends daughter fishing she was done with it. She grew up fishing but she was now getting to ‘that’ level. She was still a kid (10-11) so, while her mother fished, it was my job to keep her occupied.

    So I invented a game where one of us would come up with a word, let’s say spatula, then the other would have to come up with a sentence using those letters. So spatula became Steve played a tuba until late afternoon. That kept her busy. I doubt she remembers it.

    That’s actually a great idea! Sounds good for road trips etc.

    That was actually a great conversation between you and Crisitunity! I enjoyed it so much. I’m not a gamer but you kept my attention to the end.

    Isn’t it amazing what you went through to play? I know people who worked for BBN from the 70’s on and your story is one I’ve heard over and over. It always amazed me how much effort they put into it. The funniest part was, as obsessed as the person telling the story was, they always knew someone who was worse.

    Oh yeah. I knew people who got fired, flunked out of school, and/or got divorced over gaming addictions. That’s actually why I don’t try to get people into it. For most people it’s fun, but for some people it just spirals out of control. Kinda like porn, I guess!

    Crisitunity, is Games Workshop a cult?

    Whenever I’ve volunteered I’ve found it hard to meet people I’d like to hang out with. What I’ve seen is too many people are so focused on this subject that’s all they can talk about. I’ve sat in meetings thinking, “Holy shit! I’ve got to get out of here.” more times than I’d like to admit.

    Ha. Kids: The ultimate GIGO machine.

    Ain’t it the truth, brother!

    My girlfriends kid is too old for us to tell stories about but we have them. She’s a hypochondriac so that’s fun for me. One day she got her ear pierced and it was ‘swollen.’ I looked and couldn’t see anything. But that wasn’t good enough for her. I HAD to find something. So I looked again and ‘found’ something. I leaned back aghast and said,

    “Oh my gawd! It’s Gigantear!”

    She was well aware of me by this time so quickly understood I wasn’t giving the situation the gravitas she felt it deserved so dropped it. Just another wise ass moment in my life.

    But the word stuck with me. I really liked it. On the way to work I kept mulling it over. There had to be something I could do with it. Then it hit me. I went to the files looking for a picture of her to illustrate Gigantear. Sadly, she has long hair so I wasn’t finding that perfect picture. Until. . .

    I found one. Taken when she and a family friend were playing a video game. Hair neatly positioned behind her ear. I had my starting point. I cropped out her ear, enlarged it, popped it back down and almost hurt myself laughing.

    I never laugh at me stuff. I don’t really find myself that amusing. But the sight of that gigantear on her cute little head split my side.

    But, what to do with it. Sure, I find it an amusing picture but there must be something I can do. Ding! Gigantear seems like an old time movie. And, do you know what? It was.

    We actually have a full sized poster in the house. It’s not displayed because it freaks her out. But we have small mock-ups, the picture alone and the first draft of the poster in 3×5 frames, in the living room. Which she often hides or drops down so they can’t be seen.

    But you can’t hide Gigantear! She’ll always pop back up

    Dude, that is AWESOME! 😀

    I’ve said it to my girlfriend a thousand times, it can’t be easy being a kid raised by the two of us.

    Good job! It really was fun listening in. Thanks.

    Hey, thanks for all the comments!

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