Possumblog

Radio Secret

I generally don't listen to the radio with any tremendous enthusiasm--I only listen to it at home if there's a football game on, or if we're crammed into the laundry room waiting on a tornado. The drive-time usage of Mr. Marconi's miracle isn't any more special--I listen in mainly for something to keep me awake. I can tolerate the occasional dose of NPR, and I do like Whaddya Know and The Tappet Brothers. I like old-timey hillbilly music, which doesn't come on a lot, but not country music, which does come on a lot. I will occasionally listen to the talk radio guys, especially if I'm out at lunch. Mornings I've been listening to the Two Sexiest Fat Men Alive (present company excluded), although not with any really tremendous enthusiasm. I think they're funny sometimes, but sometimes not. But they haven't done anything to make me just turn the radio completely off.

One thing I've never listened to, though, are any of the religious stations in town. But I will say this right now--on January 3, I'm gonna start. And that's ALL I can say about it until later.

Now then--that was an awfully big build-up for nothing, wasn't it! Well, just be patient, and my reasoning will become clear very soon.