October 2010 – Bubbles in the Think Tank

Lovely plumage!

So many ways to go to one’s reward… Or be put out of one’s misery… To push up daisies… Buy the farm… Swim with the fishes… Kick the bucket… Sin in St. Peters choir… Shuffle the mortal coil… http://bubblesinthethinktank.com/nati/2010/Cincy-10252010.mp3Podcast: Play… Read more ›

October 30, 2010

88.3fm, aliens, animals, anthrax, away, brains, cult, cut, death, hand grenades, kinks, late, mad lib, meat, mollie sugden, Patrick Swayze, Poison, radio

Drop pants, not bombs.

This is where it might get confusing. There was a gun show. There was a knife show. There was cable and software failure. And so both shows are sadly non-archive-able. So we will mosey straight to the heavy artillery, the… Read more ›

October 29, 2010 1 Comment

artillery, candy, guns, halloween, hand grenades, knives, october, playback, pledge drive, psycho, radio, surprise, sweat, tanks, The Killers, train, troubled youth, waif

Save a horse

English Muffin isn’t much of a hat girl, but she does want a cowboy hat. Not the belt, boots or chaps. Although if they happen to become available at the same time as the hat, she could be convinced to… Read more ›

October 28, 2010

arse, boys, bubbles, cowboy, cowgirl, hands, hat, horse, Jockey Club, riding, saloon, waif, wild west

Horn broken, use finger

And sometimes English Muffin drives off the rails and forgets about stuff. But never about poor Henry Bliss. Flatten by a taxi on September 13, 1899. And that date, 62 years later was the day that Dave Mustaine came screaming… Read more ›

October 27, 2010

88.3fm, behind, catch up, clamor, dave mustaine, delay, hearts, taxi, waif

You just keep right on wishing and all of my dreams will come true

You were wishing for what was on your mind. I was dreaming about what was on mine. So much happened to choose from.Â I don’t see any way that we couldn’t have connected somehow. Could it have been Fred our… Read more ›

October 25, 2010 1 Comment

Show him how to do it, he’ll be mighty glad to learn

You are so open.Â Open to whatever it is I put out there for you. You want to learn all about what I like and just how I like it. It’s not always the same, but you catch on fast.Â … Read more ›

October 17, 2010 4 Comments

boogie, chandler travis, dance, Fleshtones, general johnson, Hank Jones, jonathan richman, monty python, screw, shocking blue, solomon burke, The Ramones, wall of sound

I ain’t got no clothes on and they’re playing my favorite song

That’s what I like to hear you say. You know I long to give you anything you clamor for that we’ve had before.Â You just need to tell me what you fancy. I revel in giving you new favorite things.Â … Read more ›

October 10, 2010 3 Comments

bath, Charlie the Smoking Chimp, chimpanzee, cookie, Dick Griffey, Gerald S. Lesser, michael jackson, monkey, monkeys, monty python, shower, soul train, water

Open up the floodgates and out it comes

You can’t believe what I’m saying?Â Well, neither can I. But you’re my confidant, even if I don’t really tell you anything.Â I tell you everything by telling you that thing of naught. Yet you are the repository of all… Read more ›

October 3, 2010 1 Comment