A radio announcer who accidentally gave the wrong time and said it was May instead of July admitted that he was in "a different temporal space today."
That's a classy, honest way of saying, "I goofed."
A radio announcer who accidentally gave the wrong time and said it was May instead of July admitted that he was in "a different temporal space today."
That's a classy, honest way of saying, "I goofed."
When most people see that the current temperature is 77 degrees, they probably think, "It's feeling kind of warm." When I see a temperature of 77, however, I immediately think or sometimes say, "The first voice in St. Louis, 77 WEW."
That slogan I used to say on the air is still a strangely entrenched habit with me 30 years later. I don't know if I expect the station's former studio to appear or a Nat King Cole song to start playing when the slogan comes to mind, but 77 will always be associated with that radio station for me.
Five recommended tunes heard this morning:
WSIE 88.7 FM
KCLC 89.1 FM
KEZK 102.5 FM
This morning, an interviewer on a news/talk radio station asked his guest, "So, the moon is hollow. Have you given any more thought to that?"
Before switching stations, I thought, "That's a question I haven't heard anyone ask before. It's the middle of the night, though, so why not ask that if you think your guest has a reasonably thought out answer?"
I was glad to hear KTRS play "W*O*L*D*" as bumper music this morning in memory of Harry Chapin. Chapin passed away on this day 45 years ago, and it was refreshing to hear announcer Carl and listeners on the text line praise Chapin's insightful singer-songwriter abilities. I wasn't surprised that Carl cited "Cat's In The Cradle," as it's Chapin's biggest hit and one of his best songs, but I was startled that he mentioned "Flowers Are Red" as a favorite song. Lyrically, "Flowers Are Red" is a clever reminder not to be too rigid in one's thinking, so I was pleased to hear it referenced unexpectedly.
Now, let's also give "Sunday Morning Sunshine" and "Tangled Up Puppet" their due.
Kudos to the reporter on the radio yesterday who follows a relative's advice to "never trust a man who says, 'Trust me.'"
The reporter's response when someone says that is correct, as well; whenever he hears that, he thinks, "What was my other option?"
You know it's a long, challenging month at work when the earworm in your mind paraphrases Emerson, Lake & Palmer's "Karn Evil 9" as "Welcome back, my friends, to the month that never ends..."
Summer is often our workplace's most difficult season, and July is typically the most difficult month. I know it'll end eventually--but it doesn't feel that way, at the moment.