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April 14, 2005
Come On... Chill Out
It was just an coughInternetcough "radio" appearance.
No one died.
No documents were secreted into anyone's pants and then later cut up with scissors.
No one had to say "Better put some ice on that."
I'm still learning this radio dealio. If it wasn't what you'd hoped for, it's my fault-- well, my fault, and the fact that I'm not in control. Not my show. Not my sensibility.
On the plus side, the t-shirts are AWESOME!
By the Way:
I said "dick" and I think I called myself a "pussy," but I was told that they were allowed to say "cock," for crying out loud.
Someone thought I said "fisting." NOOO! I said, "FisKing," the snarky way of responding to an article, after Robert Fisk. I have said a dozen times on this blog I hate that word and consider it too cutesy.
Last: Did I, or did I not, say "fuck"? The engineer read me the riot act during the first break, saying he had multiple witnesses to it. I guess maybe I did; but I can't remember saying it, and someone else I talked to never heard me say it either.
Am I crazy? Or are they? I don't remember dropping an f-bomb. But maybe I did.
Update: I did drop the f-bomb, possibly twice, but everything, I think, should be copacetic.
It just wasn't a very good show. Ah, well.