Monday, January 18, 2010
Uh, not so much
So we were guestless, as you would have heard had you tuned in. That's what you get by flying by the seat of your proverbial pants. Yes, I am wearing actual pants, too (as far as you know), but they're not the ones I'm talking about. Storck and I never managed to hook up in time. No doubt he's reading his e-mails Monday morning slamming his palm to his forehead V-8 style thinking he blew his chance at co-op radio superstardom. Oh well. It happens. Maybe next time he's in town.