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I’m gonna hoot and howl like a lovesick owl

I didn’t know what to call it until this post title was chosen. I can’t hear myself no matter how hard I try to listen. Sometimes I don’t even know I’m making any sound, I’m just so wrapped up in Read more ›

And the moon is a horny old drunkard

And what moon wouldn’t be a horny drunkard by the end of an episode of Bubbles in the Think Tank? We give you a bawdy brand of silliness.  You imbibe your beverage of choice, be it a Befrenda, any of an Read more ›

It’s just the way it ought to be

You don’t have to point it out to me. I know that I tell you how much I love being with you ad infinitum here at the Bubbles in the Think Tank archive. But you know I wouldn’t tell you so often Read more ›

Why don’t you leave it on repeat all day?

As though you could get me to stop repeating…. Someone asked me a few days ago how I could be on the radio and sound so in command when I’m such an introvert. (We can debate any part of that Read more ›

Like Hawaiians need their poi

I’ve never been to Hawaii, but I would go with you. Not much in this world sounds better than lounging about with you on some silly sands next to some wacky waters under a screwy sky. We could partake the Read more ›

But there’s a force driving me on, I follow it gladly

Why do I keep coming back? Is it the wattage you continually put in my cottage?  The potency of your pizzazz? It must be the collective charisma that draws me back each and every week so I can experience the Read more ›

Sopping, sopping, there’s no stopping now

  I like to soak you in silliness whenever I get the chance. But it’s not just you.  I find myself awash with the witticisms that I find for you. I’m immersed in it all, drenched by the overflow of what Read more ›

The curtains have been drawn

I know what that means, and I love it. You get up and close the blinds and that’s when I know you’ve got no higher priority than paying attention to me. No one else needs to see you behind the Read more ›

But don’t you try talking when you’re ringing my bell

I can barely talk when it’s happening sometimes. I might manage to get a little squeak out but ,if I somehow manage more, there’s no guarantee I’ll get out what I want to say, the way I want to say Read more ›

It controls my clothes

You’ve heard about my beginning of the show ritual.  More accurately, you’ve probably just heard it. The show opens and I take to the mic to introduce the night’s program.  By rote, I say the same things to start every Read more ›

If you want to see the sights, jump right in

I see you looking. And I love it when you do. I don’t always feel like there’s a lot to see here, but then when I catch you peeking I know I’m wrong. One little glimpse from you makes me Read more ›

If I could only get inside that hive

I want in there so bad. I’ll buzz about looking for that deep spot, the core of our silliness. I know that’s where you’ll be. So be ready when I swarm our secret space, so secluded that only we know Read more ›

Gotta light the oven, gonna cook a dish of lovin’

You know it’s all about the love at Bubbles in the Think Tank, and what better way to show that love than to cook up a heapin’ helpin’ of silliness? That’s just what Belinda & I did in this show. Read more ›

I said-a find it, find it, darling, love it if you like it, yeah-eh – The B’s Knees 2012

I have to keep my knees in shape to support all of the love I have for the music we play at Bubbles in the Think Tank. I don’t fall in love easy, but, when I do, it’s in a Read more ›

I’m ignoring our expiration date

I can’t even imagine an expiration to these times. Sure, sometimes it’s curtains for us but only so no one can see. When I talk about my last breath, it’s usually about catching it after a particularly fine romp through Read more ›