It's Always Something

I'm suffering from a convention hangover. Two weeks of politics is making my head spin and causing me to question whether we can, in the timeless cries of Rodney King, "all just get along." As I mentioned here yesterday, (In what became quite a long post. Who am I, Stephen King? That guy can make the description of a pair of drapes last two chapters.) people get so fired up over their candidate that they lose all perspective along with the ability to engage in civil discourse. Civil Discourse, that was my radio name when I worked in Philadelphia. Ha! I never get tired of that joke.

Since I was planning on spending my day coming up with all kinds of witty retorts (sure, Witty Retorts was my radio moniker when I was a sidekick on the "Brazen O'Malley Morning Mayhem in Tallahassee, thanks for remembering) for the politically angry, I didn't think I would be posting anything today. Then I realized that my best retorts are either off the cuff or totally imagined, so here I am. However just as quickly as I got here, I have to go.

My dog Spike is hobbling around on three legs. He must have jumped off the bed and twisted his hind leg, but I haven't decided if he needs to go to the vet or not. He's fairly crazy as far as dogs go and has twisted his legs on numerous occasions. It has happened when he's running around the house, chasing a rabbit in the yard, or running down a cheetah in his dreams. I've been manipulating the area like all good medical professionals and people who don't want to drop fifty bucks for a useless office visit do, and he hasn't let out so much as a whimper. That tells me he's either not in any pain, or the toughest dog this side of Michael Vick's house. It never fails. The dogs seem to always suffer some sort of injury or illness late on Friday afternoon. The vet is always jammed on Fridays and I have to hit the sack in advance of the big radio show. I'm not being selfish. I love my dogs and all, but seriously, I need my sleep. Wait...he's up and moving. Slowly and gingerly, but I think you know what that means. My slumber needs will be met to their fullest. Oh yeah, and the dog will be fine.

Now let's get to the real reason I'm here today....the show plugs. To paraphrase John McCain, "Yes, my dear friends, it's another two scoops of Brian weekend on WGN." I'm back at the helm of the Friday/Saturday edition of WGN Overnight from 2-5 am and then running my mouth for four hours of radio irreverence on the "original and still regularly scheduled" WGN Overnight Saturday night/Sunday morning from 1-5 am. Both shows will be packed with fun, information and the kind of dirty broadcast love that can only happen in the wee hours. I hope you can join me. Who knows what crazy name I might use. Have a great weekend. Later...Brian