Grrrrr....due to an Internet Explorer error, my post was eaten. Twenty minutes of typing down the drain. So anyways, let me teach you today's lesson in the art of radio. No matter how large (or small) your audience is, pretend you're speaking to just one person. Never say, "To all of you out there in Radio Land...." Radio is like being on a telephone, but you usually can't hear what the other person is saying, and there's a lot more music involved.

This past week, I've been on a Remember WENN kick. I watched my old tapes of the third and fourth seasons, and I resurrected my website. If you have never discovered the joys of WENN, check out my site or Linda's. So last night, I was watching their spoof of Casablanca, and at the end, our ingenue protagonist, Betty, must decide between the two men in her life: the staid, upright, and altogether good Victor Comstock or the roguish and occasionally unscrupulous Scott Sherwood. Betty types eight letters, but the last names of both men are eight letters long. I had a bunch of ideas about whom she chose and why, so I wrote them up today. You can read them yourself, because it's too long to rehash here.

Also, this being Saturday, I had rehearsal. I play keyboards and sing a bit in a pop-punk band called Senseless. For the first time in over a month, all seven band members were present. This includes three singers (well, including me). One of them just had a baby two weeks ago, so no one expected her back so soon. Not only is she back, but she has more songs than the other two of us, combined. I think something's a little off, here. I hope that when we finalize what songs we're doing (I keep rehearsing the wrong things!), we'll redivide the set to make it a little more fair. Poor Morgan. At least I have an instrument to play when I'm not singing.