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 ›
It’s been pledge time at BitTT Original. Twice a year we ask for your continuing support of public radio, WAIF and our own brand of silliness. For different pledge levels the station offers different incentives. We offer our own incentives… 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 ›
The lyrics say it best in this case. Firing the Surgeon General by The Foremen You can’t come in I hear you knockin’ but you can’t come in I hear you knockin’ but you can’t come in ‘Cause I’m firing… Read more ›
We aimed our weapon and pulled the trigger. We sliced and diced. We blew you up. We stopped you dead. But we are resourceful ladies. Kiss of life anyone? http://bubblesinthethinktank.com/nati/2010/Cincy-11012010.mp3Podcast: Play in new window | Download
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 ›
It was all in the name of science. And science would never lead us astray now, would it? I mean, gamma rays, spiderbites and plant toxins aside, experimentation can be good. And so Boobquake in the Think Tank occured. The… Read more ›
And then Alice woke up and Bobby was in the shower, Sue Ellen wasn’t drunk and JR cuddled puppies and painted rainbows. My favourite Dallas (or Dynasty, Colby’s or Falcon Crest) story is of watching it with my mum (yes,… Read more ›
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 ›
humility is in order, as i record for posterity the aural/oral heroics of miss belinda in the face of full-bore pledge boredom, voluntarily turning up at midnight to ride herd on my rowdy posse of listeners while i ministered to… Read more ›
This autumn is the first in 23 years that I have not been involved in a community or public radio pledge drive. I knew it was coming and tried to do something about it, but, alas… Wait, that makes it… Read more ›
