Showing posts with label radio. Show all posts
Showing posts with label radio. Show all posts

Monday, May 9, 2011

Pandorable

Panda.
Adorable.
Pandorable.

Not only are pandas adorable, but also (and almost entirely unrelatedly), you can now listen to Myq Kaplan comedy on Pandora internet radio... that is to say, you are able to Pandora--you are Pandora-able.

Pandora.
Able.
Pandorable.

Friday, July 10, 2009

KATGIF

KATG.
TGIF.
KATGIF.

Keith and the Girl is fun.

(That's what that whole expression could stand for.)

It's a podcast that I appear on regularly enough that I feel fine saying I appear on it regularly.

This entry would probably be most appropriate if I were appearing on it today, Friday.

But sometimes the universe doesn't work perfectly.

For example, Pluto's not a planet anymore, and I'm not on the show again until this coming Tuesday. Also tomorrow for their 1000th show-xtravaganza.

But that's perfect enough, isn't it? (Except for Pluto. Sorry!*)

Podcast.
Astronomy.
Podcastronomy.


* My childhood peers will just have to content ourselves with the idea that "my very educated mother just served us nine..." without referencing what nine things she served us.

Perhaps she's educated enough to assume that we'll put it together.

Or we just all have to deal with the fact that someone stole our pickles.

Pickle.
Klepto.
Picklepto.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Radiorama

Radio.
Diorama.
Radiorama.

I am posting this entry from a radio station (which is a life-sized diorama of a radio station), where I am about to be a guest on the "Keith and the Girl" show.

Keith.
The Girl.
Keithe Girl.

Or if you are reading this too far into the future such that what I just wrote describes what happened previously rather than what is to happen soon, then please mentally adjust the above tense usage accordingly.

Refute.
Future.
Refuture.

For I am not ALWAYS in a state of "about to be a guest" on this show.

Unless you consider the grand scheme of the universe, with the passage of time in the life of a human being relatively minuscule, in which case perhaps I am.

Continual.
Always.
Continualways.

Plus, you can listen to the show any time on the internet. So I am even more definitely always about to be on the radio, to listeners who want to put the world wide work in.

Internet.
Never-Ending.
Internever-Ending.

Saturday, February 21, 2009

Hammeredial

Hammered.
Redial.
Hammeredial.

The older, dumber sibling of the simple drunk dial.

Often made so drunkenly that it doesn't go through, due to the caller's not even using a phone.
Just yelling incoherently into an object that they believe IS a phone.
A baby monitor, a radio, a coconut*, whatever.

Communicate.
Catastrophe.
Communicatastrophe.


* A coconut might actually accidentally work as a phone if the caller's roommate is the Professor from Gilligan's Island.
Or it might work as a bowl to eat dessert out of if the caller's roommate is insensitive enough to have used all the dishes.
(Which could be the same roommate, if the Professor forgot all about dishwashing etiquette on that island.)

Professor.
Sorbet.
Professorbet.

Thursday, February 12, 2009

Cleverbose

Clever.
Verbose.
Cleverbose.

A description of this blog by Sajizzle from the Keith and the Girl radio show web forum.

Thanks, Sajizzle!
That's very clever and not verbose of you.

Clever.
Very.
Clevery.