November 13, 2003

One of the partners of the office that work at wanted to be in on my annual review this year that went down today to tell my boss that I “get it”. That was a nice thing to say. I hope I do get it.

I did not rock at work today. I worked instead and listened to old Assholier Than Thou Good Times Happy Friends Monday Morning Radio Show Starring Baby Fea (yea) broadcasts looking for best of clips. It is October 2001. Most of what we said was September 11th oriented. Most of it was not funny. 2002 was the Year of Hard Work. 2003 is the Year of Big Change. 2004 will be the Year of Better Broadcasting on the Assholier Than Thou Good Times Happy Friends Monday Morning Radio Show Starring Baby Fea (yea) or I am going to fire myself and replace me with somebody who has some new ideas. I will shift to the background of the show acting as head writer with the plan of one day executive producing. I am threatening myself. The show needs to get better or I know where the door is.

Laurie and I watched all three episodes of “A Minute with Stan Hooper” tonight. Norm MacDonald is funny. Fred Willard is funny. The show is not. It is sitcom 101. I could purposely try to write the lamest jokes that I could think of and they would use them on this show. It would be an effort for me to suck that bad. I feel bad for those two guys. How in the hell do you end up doing such shit with so much talent? Oh yeah. It is all about the Benjamins.

We just got back from an ice cold power walk. It kicked the ass and that is all I am going to say.

Tomorrow is payday. I am getting the new Guided by Voices box set in anticipation of the show at the Grog Shop on Sunday. There is a tiny chance that Laurie and I are going to go to Detroit to see Guided by Voices on Saturday. I would say no chance but you never know. We used to do things on impulse. Maybe we should start doing the impulse thing again.

posted by Thea at 8:53 PM

November 12, 2003

Although I promised to tell stories of how I rock out at work today, I don’t feel like it, in spite of the crushing Bonham-esque air drum solo I pulled off in the hallway this afternoon on the way to the bathroom. Laurie and I went and visited my grandma after work at the nursing home. She is doing a hitch out in Summit County trying to rehab a broken back. She could be at home but my grandpa can’t take care of her. Walking into the nursing home and seeing all of those super old people sitting in wheel chairs lined up against the wall, I expected the worst out of my grandma. Well, thank God, she was fine. Totally coherent. Sitting up. Complaining about the food. All of the classic grandma routines. We talked for awhile. My grandparents, as stated before on this BLOG, are hip. They are hardcore old line Democrats. My grandmother complained about Bush and the decision to send troops over to Iraq. She laughed at Peter Jennings for calling him Mr. Bush. We talked about other issues and we talked about nothing. You do that with family. Yeah, so I don’t feel that rock and roll after sitting with grandma but I feel good about life; looking at her in her seventies and realizing that she is still very much alive in more ways than one and thinking that I still have a long way to go. Pray that my grandma gets out of there before the holidays. She’s earned it.

It is the fourth quarter against Miami as I BLOG. Win or lose tonight, the Cavaliers did not suck. This is not last year.

posted by Thea at 9:34 PM

November 11, 2003

I want to thank all veterans for putting their asses on the line so I could remain, to sort of quote Paul Westerberg, lazy, white and free. Big ups in particular to my Grandpa who served in Italy during WWII and my Dad who voluntarily enlisted during Vietnam. These are men.

I want to thank Chuck for the tickets to the Gund Arena for the Cavaliers versus the Knicks last night. Here are some basketball mathematical spatial relations for you. The players run up and down on something called the floor. Andrej and I sat in a row that was seven away from the floor. Mathematically speaking, we were really close to the floor. Big ups to Chuck for the tickets. Super thank you. And big ups to the little fat boy who sat next to me with nacho cheese all over his face. He was and is the once and future me.

I want to thank everybody who donated money to Radiothon. Super thank you. I am very grateful for all of the support that the Assholier Than Thou Good Times Happy Friends Monday Morning Radio Show Starring Baby Fea (yea) has gotten over the years. Again, super thank you. It means a lot to me that people have remained committed to the program though ups and downs and a lot of babbling, coughs and yawns. Right on, listener to this show and reader of this website. You fucking rule.

Tomorrow, I am going to tell you stories of how I rock out at work. They include tales of office air guitarring. Maybe that is something to look forward to.

posted by Thea at 9:47 PM

November 9, 2003

BLOG. Weekend Edition.

Friday. Wrote. Worked. Got hit with unexpected bullshit at four o’clock in the afternoon changing my plans from not working on Monday to a little bit of work on Monday. I have stated before that it is not so much that I have always wanted to move to New York City because I love the big city or something but I love the idea of being surrounded by all of that history. I have a desire to live in the past and ignore the fact that big box home supply places and big box electronic stores and strip malls ever existed. It seems like you could pretty much do that in New York City. It is not Cleveland, OH that I hate. It is today. I like the past. A good way to live in the past is to wait at the bus stop that you used to wait at a decade ago after work. Walk to the corner of East Sixth and Euclid Avenue and step back in time. I did that on Friday. I love my memories. Went home. Listened to jams. You Am I. Listened to the Cavaliers. Went for a walk while listening to the Cavaliers. Came home from walk. Watched Cavaliers on television while listening to the radio version of the same game. Swore very loudly at both broadcasts. Went to bed.

Saturday. Wrote. Worked. Went to the bookstore. Watched the Who on DVD. Jammed out with the Sinner for a couple of hours. Walked home from the Sinner’s house through the cold Lakewood, OH night and realized that this is the happiest that I have been since the last time that I said that this is the happiest that I have been. It is safe to say that I am pretty happy. Listened to jams. Junior Wells. Tried to stay up to watch Pink on MTV. Fell asleep. Woke up in time for Pink at Midnight. Tried to decide if she looked fat to me. Went to bed.

Sunday. Wrote. Laundry. Talked to Laurie. Listened to Jams. Art Blakey. Junior Wells. Sat. Ironed. Watched the Browns lose. Went for a walk. Listened to jams. Graham Parker. Watched television. BLOGGED. I am going to bed.

Some time over the course of the last couple of days it was Doug’s from Quazimodo birthday. I don’t which day exactly so I did not call him to say happy day. We have been friends since Cub Scouts and I still don’t know his birthday. I am a bad friend and I guess that I always have been mean to him as he claimed.

Tomorrow is the Radiothon special on the Assholier Than Thou Good Times Happy Friends Monday Morning Radio Show Starring Baby Fea (yea). It will be mostly best of clips and begging for money. If you are so inclined, please give. If not, it’s on you. Whatever. I am going to be doing the Rock and Roll Radio Show tomorrow too. I think that I am going to be playing all Cleveland, OH bands as a Radiothon type support the local scene type thing. E-mail iamthea@copper.net with any suggestions. I have already got the New Salem Witch Hunters on my list. Talk to you tomorrow.

posted by Thea at 9:07 PM