The kitten is licking the fuck out of his nuts.
So Morning Sedition @ the Tea Lounge was fucking great! I showed up too late to see Jim Earl do any of his bits, but I got to see Kent Jones (who looks nothing like I'd imagined) do his Lawton Smalls report from Planet Bush -- plus, of course, Mark and Marc doing they thing. They also had Chuck D and DMC from Run DMC on as guests. DMC's voice was really weird, though -- it was really high and shaky, like he was going to burst into tears at any second. Maybe he was sick or something; maybe he just always sounds like that. At the end of the broadcast I waited in line to meet the hosts and told Mark Riley, lamely enough, that Morning Sedition was "the best morning show on the radio. Period." Ahem. It's true, though.
During a break about halfway through, as I was coming back from putting my name in a raffle for tickets to see Maron at Bananas, I ran into a friend of mine from Wesleyan, this girl who'd been in No Exit with me. Thing is, I totally didn't remember her name (it's Deanna), but she remembered mine, and I didn't want to ask her because I'm usually pretty good with names and I was just hoping it would come to me. But it didn't, and she sort of slipped in "I'm Deanna, by the way" part way through our conversation. I was like, "I... I know. I mean, thank you." Awk-ward. Anyway, it turns out that she actually works for Air America, which is sweet. I asked her about the financial status of the network, since the neo-con death cult is constantly predicting their demise and none of the on-air people ever really discuss it. Naturally she said they were doing fine, but who knows? You can't trust anyone these days.
Okay, time to pick up my laundry.
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