Some of us Think Tank types have been known to stay up late on occasion. We all have our own ways of coping with the situation.  A late night chat, getting into the car for adventure, or by just trying… Read more ›

I get so excited about the show.  And you being with me there. You give me ideas.  Many of which I am lucky enough to act upon.  Others, well, I just have to imagine what I’d do about them. But… Read more ›

Oh, I dig it, baby.  You don’t even know how much. You make me laugh and smile and just feel so darn good. No wonder I want to give it all back to you whenever I can.  I want to… Read more ›

I’ve been described a lot of ways in my time on the air. Sweet.   Temptress.  A fucking scholar.  Pornographer. That list could actually go on and on. Instead I think you should listen to last night’s show and come to… Read more ›

I get so excited just thinking about someone else doing it. I say it over and over, year after year, and it’s always true. I know I can do it just fine myself, even if sometimes I do like a… Read more ›

Someone might imagine me boppity bopping in the studio during the show with a title like this. It is true that, these days, I do tend to do the show standing up. Standing gives me a chance to move my… Read more ›

After being with you every week, I just can’t seem to keep it to myself how much I enjoyed it. I try really hard not to keep gushing it at you over at the Bubbles in the Think Tank Facebook… Read more ›

Sometimes even the most uncomfortable chair can be the most cozy as long as you’re in it with me. We’ve certainly been in some challenging spots together on the show.  Places where I didn’t think we’d ever be able to… Read more ›

You know I always want to be with you. But I don’t want to make myself a nuisance…always in your way, demanding time you just don’t have for me, desiring all of your attention. No, I only want to be… Read more ›

I get really really hungry sometimes. And, when I do, I get a little crazy.  All I can think about is devouring what isn’t in front of me.  I try to figure out how to get it and get it… Read more ›

My fingers stay so busy during the show. I type.  I poke.  I make air quotes. I prod.  I point.  I let my fingers do the walking. I count.  I cross.  I burn my fingers. But what’s my favorite thing… Read more ›

I don’t always engage in the most healthy activities while I wait that long long time each week until I get to see you again. I do what I have to do not to find myself brooding over how long… Read more ›

We talk about it every week.  About how much we like each other.  And what we plan to do about it. And, every week, it feels momentous.  I do worry and fret about whether or not I can give you… Read more ›

You know I’m a real gone gal.  Sometimes more gone than others. But maybe you don’t know that I look different when I’m away.  Even when I get up in the morning on the road and take that first peek… Read more ›

It sounds like part of the better-listening recommendations we offer at Bubbles in the Think Tank. Listen with your headphones.  Listen in the nude.  If you’re going to call, hold your telephone receiver upside down like a microphone so you… Read more ›

I like spending time alone with you at Bubbles in the Think Tank. Yes, I know we’re not really alone, but it feels like it. It gives me a chance to be right inside of you (I know you’re still… Read more ›

I don’t take you for granted. I know that you could go elsewhere to get what most of what I give you. But yet you keep coming back to me. You can get it online.  You can get it via… Read more ›

You’ve done it for me again.  Another successful community radio fund drive thanks to all the love from you, the listener. I hope I tell you often enough how much I love being with you on the show.  Oh, I… Read more ›

I never like to tell what I’m going to do on a show before I do it. I think it started because I so frequently have no idea what I’m going to do.  But even in this day of the… Read more ›

Sometimes the show is as snuggly as bed to me. You’re there, after all. But it comforts me like being under the covers.  Sometimes I manage to slip right in and you don’t even notice when it happens.  It lets… Read more ›