Here is an audio file that will mainly be of interest to people who were residents of the Communications Residential College at Northwestern University in a certain era -- that is, the era before a certain radio station in Massachusetts found out that CRC's carrier-current radio station was using the same call letters as they were, call letters that were originally used by a certain radio station in New York (and, yes, that's the oft-misspelled Charley "Follow Me to Freedom" Steiner who's profiled on that page).

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Royal: This...is caled...effing awesome.

Seen at Ralphs today: Disney's Old Yeller brand dog food, which is apparently a store brand. Just the thing to feed your dog before you shoot him!

Also, as the Assistant Service Manager was checking me out, he indicated the block of extra sharp cheddar cheese I was buying and said, "That reminds me I got to get some of this for myself. Usually, I'm so eager to get out of here at the end of the day that I forget I have my own shopping to do, and I end up having to stop at the 7-Eleven on the way home." I guess the Assistant Service Manager is senior enough that he's allowed to say things like that to the customers.

(Yes, I do often hanker for a hunk of cheese.)

Taking the bus home this afternoon, I yanked on the cord to request my stop. The bell didn't ding, and the LED display at the front of the bus didn't change to "stop requested" as it's supposed to do when a stop has been requested. I yanked it a couple more times, and the driver yelled back at me, "Take it easy! It's on already!"

So I'm sure you understand when I say I can never take the bus again.

I got a postcard from my mother in Australia today, Monday the 20th. It was postmarked Friday the 17th. I've had mail take longer than that just to get halfway across the United States!

"Dick Cheney is a sex symbol. Bigger than Shaft. They're fascists, murderers, they kill people, but you gotta love 'em."

Those are most of the words I could make out spoken by a guy sitting next to me on the 156 bus this evening who was carrying a trash bag full of smelly cans (presumably for recycling purposes) and a copy of The Nation. He wasn't really talking to me, thanks to my trendy iPod earbuds that, yes, actually were plugged into an iPod, just talking to everyone in the back of the bus in general.

That's right, now that I've had a new job since Monday (as a video logger), I'm commuting by bus because my new employer doesn't provide free parking or transit, and since the bus route is reasonably convenient (mere steps from my apartment and two blocks from my office), I'd rather give my money to the Los Angeles County Metropolitan Transportation Authority than to some shady parking lot operator. I even have a pass, thanks to the fact that they have a "semi-monthly" option (my current pass is valid for unlimited rides June 16th through June 30th), but I'll be switching to the monthly pass as of July 1st.