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He treated me so wonderfully before he lost his pants

I can’t believe how good you are to me. You always seem to know what I need and when I need it the most.  A little nudge here, a small boost there. And as soon as it’s over, it feels Read more ›

Someday, maybe, your biscuits in my homemade gravy

When I like somebody, one of my first inclinations is to offer to cook for them. On those rare occasions when my offer is accepted, without even thinking about it, I tend to make some dough. Pizza crusts, calzones, empanadas.  Read more ›

No-one gets much sleeping done

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 ›

Her sugar bowl is loaded

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 ›

So I boppity bop the whole night long to the knocked out music of a jukebox song

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 ›

Here we are in this cozy chair

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 ›

We’re gonna do things with our fingers

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 ›

But I take my thrills 33 and a third

Record Store Day sure got me thrilled for last night’s show. I could barely contain myself…or all of the material I brought to share with you.  Heck, I didn’t even have time to take pictures! Yet you still seem to Read more ›

The way I feel for you, my feet don’t touch the ground

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 call it “it” because I don’t want to tell you now what it exactly is

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 ›

So how can I get tired of you?

Sometimes by the end of a full evening doing Bubbles in the Think Tank, I feel positively weak.  I’m spent from a night lingering over your silly needs. I do long to assure that all of your hopes are realized Read more ›

There’s a man inside you with his fingers at the wheel

Sometimes it feels like someone else is in control of the show. That’s odd since I feel like I have more control over Bubbles in the Think Tank than over any other part of my life.  I take pieces of Read more ›

Here within your reach, if you’re big enough to take it

Many weeks, I feel like I have to really reach for the show.  Other weeks, the show reaches right out and grabs me. Sometimes it just takes me by the hand and guides me where I need to go, but Read more ›

So why not treasure your highest pleasure

I treasure every minute of Bubbles in the Think Tank.  Oh, there may have been some moments over these 25 years I’d like to forget, but not forgetting them is half the fun. Before every show starts, it’s like it’s Read more ›

I took a little drink and I’m feelin’ right

Sometimes you just know when it’s right. Even when you think it should be all wrong. Nothing about the ingredients seem on the surface to be the correct choice.  Or a good match.  Or a sensible selection. Yet, somehow, the Read more ›

And that was exactly like my dream

Doing the show is sometimes a lot like walking through a dream.  There’s a concurrent feeling of being totally out of control and a sense of great power.  I don’t know what’s going to pop up next, but I’m sure Read more ›

With lolliepops and pink panties

They really do go together, don’t they? This was what I like to call a show. Not every show is a show, but this, indeed, was. It was inspired.  It took teamwork.  It was referential. Birthdays were celebrated.  Shout outs Read more ›

Them young girls they do get wearied

Setting out to write these posts to go along with show archives sometimes has me feeling like you already know everything I’ve got to say.  If that’s the case, then why don’t you fill me in? Yet another in the Read more ›

Freedom is the handle on the bucket of your soul

Two bucket-centric posts in a row from Belinda.  At least I’ve got the stash ‘o’ pix.  But now for the “actual” content of today’s post. I’ve taken to choosing the titles of the posts for this site by looking at Read more ›

We kissed to that voice each night

Getting ready for last night’s show had me looking to the past.  I must’ve listened to a portion of 15 cassettes of Unsanitary Outhouse from the 1986-89 era.  Strangely, most of them did not have Bill Brinkmoeller on them.  Why Read more ›

Laugh if you want to or say you don’t care

Slowly regaining balance and achieving equilibrium, awaiting the departure of… oh, it doesn’t matter. Just try to enjoy this special Halloween episode and I’ll be back with more silliness soon enough. http://bubblesinthethinktank.com/east/10312009.mp3Podcast: Play in new window | Download

Programmed to a multiple response ratio, it’s a wow, it’s a gas…

Some nights you gotta quit while you’re ahead. I could have gone on, but chose instead to pack it up and go home a mere 20 minutes or so past our scheduled end time.  Oh, there was momentum that I Read more ›