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Like Hawaiians need their poi

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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 ›

Ducting around during pledge month

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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 ›

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

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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 ›

Sometimes you just gotta do it yourself.

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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 ›

Tasty tasty lifesavers

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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?

Drop pants, not bombs.

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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 ›

Watch out for the booby trap.

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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 it was all a dream.

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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 ›

Freedom is the handle on the bucket of your soul

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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 ›

A note from last year…

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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 ›