Gaaaahhh! Accchhhkkk! No! NOoooooo....

First, let me preface this by saying that I apologize to everyone out there who still happens to have eardrums.
I don't know what I was thinking!
A few moments ago I did something that will be audibly archived forever and ever in the dark, moldy corridors of the Internet. (Watch where you step, the floor is sticky).
I called in to a radio show on Blog Talk Radio, and actually had a conversation with the host... on the air... live... with no idea what to say. If there had been one of those cartoon "thought-bubbles" above my head, the bubble would have been completely empty, except perhaps for a big whooshing echoing sound, underlining the absolute non-existence of rational thought.
I sounded like a moron! I sound half-dead at first, then I just get worse. I'm surprised there weren't EMT's knocking at the door with a pair of cardiac resuscitation paddles. ("CLEAR!!!")
Oh my god! Shoot me now.
The show is 30 minutes long... My call happens about halfway through. I talk for about seven minutes. If any of you want to help amplify my embarrassment until I spontaneously self-destruct, feel free to listen HERE.
We talk about dog testicles, writing, Steve Novak, sex with fish, and the word "perpetuity."
.....By the way, my new name is "Skippy."