What It's Like To Be Self Conscience About Your Play Counts

I'll tell you now. It's terrible. It's like publicly and yet secretly ousting your favorite child. It'd be like my parents announcing in our non-existant family newsletter (Wieland's Gazette!) that they've thrown more love and attention at me than at my brothers. Except I'm the only subscriber.

My 15 Minutes Of Very Courageous Fame

For the record, Corby took this picture
and tweeted it. I was somewhat more
twitter famous than I already am.

For those of you that aren't from the Dallas area, or have little to no knowledge (or better yet, interest) in the radio station, The Ticket, then I'm afraid this post just isn't for you. Not that you won't get to hear the great exploits of yours truly, you probably just won't resonate with my level of excitement. This was and is a fair warning. If I get complaints, then so help me......

To Whomever's Number I Gave Out, Sorry Dawg

So I haven't posted anything in a good long while. I went all the way through April without peeking my head out to see what all the fuss was about. I've got one post planned, that really should've gone up two weeks ago and hell if I know if I'll continue my sad excuse of a March Madness thing. You remember that right? Nope? Well who could be surprised. Certainly not me.

Things You Notice When You Go Home For The First Time

Recently, very recently, I got to go home for the first time in almost approximately three months (off by two days, doggone it!). And I spent a week there. The same thing probably happened to a handful of you wonderful people too, though from the sound of it, weren't as fortunate to spend as much time being home as I did. I'd like to courageously extend a congratulatory proclamation of scoreboard in 3, 2, 1: Scoreboard. Don't worry, it's over and not much more of that will happen. I don't think. Yeesh, this has gotten weird, hasn't it?