Saturday, February 24, 2007

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."


Mr. Fabulous said...

Are you kidding me? You were awesome! Smart, funny...the whole package.

You made the show. Seriously.

Now go shovel some snow.

Travis said...

Awwww - I'm sure it wasn't that bad! Mr Fab says you were great, so I'll bet you were.

Morgen said...

I haven't been able to access this blog radio stuff.
I think you should have your OWN show, though. It could be called "The Jannaverse" or "From The Litterbox"
I would totally believe that you were "smart, funny, the whole package" because you ARE smart, funny, the whole package!

Morgen said...

Oh -- Lee says your radio show should be called "From Under The Rock"
You could talk about all the stuff you've learned by being friends with mo & Lee. Balustrade, anyone?

Janna said...

Mr. Fab: Surely you jest.

Travis: Believe me, I sounded pretty dumb.

Morgen: I would never be able to endure the torture of having my own show!
...And I've already forgotten what a balustrade is.