Not Now, I'm Prepping

I told you yesterday that I was going to be doing another show on WGN radio again tonight/tomorrow morning. While that is great news, it also means that today will be spent worrying and trying to figure out what to talk about so that the show will be absolutely fascinating.

Today will be a great day no matter what happens. I am waiting for my new recliner to be delivered. The "Comfort King" is on it's way and I couldn't be more excited if I were actually going to my own coronation. I am in the delivery window as I type this, so I may seem a little distracted. Every sound I hear sounds like the sweet roar of a delivery truck coming down the street carrying my ultra-suede utopia. I'm trying to get all my work done early, because let's be honest, once the chair gets here, I'm plopping down and not moving. Hold on...Is that the truck? No, just a van. Damn.

So I'm culling the newspapers and the internet trying to find stories that I think will make good radio. Here's a little secret. Every time I do a show, I spend hours gathering material. Then when I get to the studio I do a show that's completely different from the one I had in my head. Thankfully, that's worked in the past. I suppose it's better to be over prepared, but I always have a lot to say and am not afraid to spout my opinions.

Yesterday I mentioned the conference call I had. The big wigs at WGN were calling to give my co-host Laura and I some input. I won't bore you with the details, and besides, I don't want to spoil the illusion. While there is no "man behind the curtain" like in the "Wizard of Oz", there are forces more powerful than myself that call the shots. Tonight I'm filling in on a show that is very successful during the overnight hours. The only thing that worries me is that the regular audience is normally much older than yours truly. This wouldn't have bothered me at all, if the boss hadn't kept telling me to be cognizant of that fact. Now all I can think about is not offending the seniors. I'm like a kid. Once you tell me not to do something, that's all I want to do.

I'm off to continue my "show prep", and by that I mean sitting and reminding myself not to make too many Geritol and broken hip jokes. For the moment I'll be standing in the living room with my nose pressed against the window waiting for the truck to bring me my new throne. What's that sound? Is it the truck? Later...Brian