Wednesday, June 22, 2005

Computers: They Suck

In case you didn't notice, I had to cancel my show today. In fact, I'm supposed to be on the air right now. Well, all last night and this morning, when I tried to logon to Coyote Radio, I got the 404 code error, whatever the fuck that is.
Nobody from tech returned my calls.
I finally hunted down Mr. Blonde, who was in class at the time, and he said he would check it out personally. This was at 10:00 this morning, a mere two hours from showtime.
I decided to cancel. Many phone calls and e-mails are required to cancel a show like mine, so I decided to err on the side of caution and make sure all guests and as many listeners as possible were aware.
Well after I make the rounds and apologies, I get a call from Mr. Blonde, just a little after 11 am.
The server is up, and the station works. I confirmed with Webmaster Steve.
So, just as I finished cancelling my show due to technical malfunction, the malfunction is fixed.
Perfect fucking timing. There's not nearly enough time to get on the horn with everyone, re-line up my guests and get into studio for a 12:00 start.
So I gotta put my new show off for another week, after taking a week off for fucking finals week at school.

What a great fucking start to the summer. It's gonna be a long, hot, miserable, sticky one- I can tell.

Hope your day is going better than mine.
And oh yeah, fuck you too...

Monday, June 13, 2005

Michael "The Molester" found innocent

Well, it's official.
Michael Jackson, that freak of nature that needs more psychological help than anyone on the planet, was acquitted of all child molestation charges today.

God, this country sucks. Fuck the judicial system and fuck anyone who continues to say it's the best in the world. Fuck you, says I.

It's Michael Jackson!!! It's the goddamned King Of Pop!!!
He's entitled to ANYTHING HE WANTS and it's our responsibility as sheep being herded to comply. Michael says jump, we say "Yes, Massah, how high suh?"
Michael says, take off your clothes, we say " Yes Massah, please pull my pud, suh."

Don't believe me? Just ask the good ole Rev. Jesse Jackson (no relation, except for sperm-swapping).