Potpourri of thoughts...

I just finished my first air shift back in Wichita on apparently-FM.  Things went well, except not much to talk about.  I did mention that I did not win the office pool  for Anna Nicole Smith.  I chose "natural causes" and obviosly that was not the correct selection.  I think some guy in the news department won with "a drug cocktail overdose complicated with two infections".  That doesn't really seem fair.  My NCAA bracket also went to hell in a handbag.  Kansas forgot they're supposed to make the ball go through the little hole with the net below it.  North Carolina didn't show up for overtime and Wisconsin, what can I say.  The only team I got right was Ohio State for the final four but I didn't pick them to win.

Anyway, I have a conference call at 11.  I feel so...included!  I was also told yesterday that I will also get station clothing including maybe a jacket which I never received at my last job.  All the part timers had jackets, even Chely Wright had a jacket, but apparently they just didn't want to make that big investment in me.  I'm not bitter, but their names are still on my "to do" list, if you know what I mean.

I got to talk to some of the radio station's listeners on my first day.  Judging by the sounds of the callers, there won't be any overdoses, but quite possibly some broken hips.  Tomorrow is another day...

That is all...Peters out!

Bigger is not Better...

It's just my luck!  As I am getting ready to start at KFTI I have an allergic reaction to some new medication the doctor decided I needed.  This has happened once before so it wasn't a huge surprise, but it is a little wierd and a little bothersome. 

The prescription was for an ace inhibitor.  I had taken one before and had this reaction to it, so I really am not surprised it happened again.  The problem is, is that when I take this ace inhibitor, my uvula swells to three times it's normal size, and stays that way for days.  Now, alot of guys are thinking, "That can't be all bad".  But let me tell you that a swolen uvula is not a status symbol.  I have been surpirsed that a uvula as big as mine would drive my wife nuts, but she just isn't impressed at all. 

I'm also kind of surprised that I haven't had any cramping with it being this swolen for three days without a break.  I have learned to just work my activities around it.  I try not to go out in public so as not to scare little children and cause parents to have to explain my condition to children who may not be old enough to understand such things.  I really haven't noticed people staring though.  Sometimes, something like this can be just the reason some people need to stare at "Mr. Huge Uvula"!

Although it may sound funny, but I really want the swelling to go down so I can get on with my day to day activities.  The swelling makes some  sleeping positions somewhat uncorfortable as you can probably imagine.  Some guys have commented to me that they wish they could get their uvula to swell up, at least for a couple of hours.  But I tell them, a swolen uvula may sound exotic and exciting, it is no laughing matter.  The first time it happened to me I had to go to the hospital and have it treated.  That was more than a little embarrassing.

So, if one day you wake up and your uvula is swolen to gargantuan proportions, don't panic.  The swelling will eventually go down on it's own.  If the swelling lasts for more than four hours, you should seek medical treatment.  A swolen uvula is very hard to swallow!

That is all...Peters out!

 

It's true....

The word is out.  I am indeed going back on the radio in Wichita.  The station is KFTI-FM at 92.3.  The station is owned by the Journal Broadcast Group.  My good friend Tom Land, who used to be Program Director for KQAM back in the old days and the guy responsible for discovering the comic Sinbad contacted me back in January to see if I had any interest.  I met with my favorite future Program Director Beverlee Brannigan and the deal was done.  Beverlee and I do have in common the fact that we were both fired by Wilks broadcasting, the worst radio company in America.  See, I still calls 'em likes I sees 'em.  She said it was a great move for her and I'm thinking the same for myself.

I'm looking forward to getting back, but there has been some speculation as to the real reason I am returning to the Wichita airwaves.  It turns out AARP has a wonderful chapter there and the senior discounts at Village Inn are incredible.  I am kind of sad that there is no Buck's BBQ anymore.  They had the best beans ever.  It saddens me that Angelo's closed also.  But then again, Tocs is open in case I want to start smoking again without the expense of buying cigarettes.  I wonder if DeFazio's is still there on north Amidon.  The girls at KEYN took me there to celebrate my divorce in 1982.  It was a most memorable night!

I will be on the air for the first time at 5:30 am, Monday March 26th.  I am already missing sleeping in.  We'll have to have a cookout for me and the listeners to get reaquainted, as soon as we have some...listeners that is.  Maybe we'll go bowling or to the wrestling matches.  We'll put it together and let you know.  Seeya on the 26th!  Here by the way, is an article from the Wichita Business Journal.

http://www.bizjournals.com/wichita/stories/2007/03/12/daily9.html

That is all...Peters out!

 

Hi ho, Hi ho....

It's been officially announced that I am returning to Wichita radio.  I am going to work for Journal Broadcast Group at KFTI-FM...the last place station in Wichita.  I think there may be a kid who operates a pirate station out of his basement in Haysville that may have fewer listeners.  But I heard he may have gotten an upgrade to more power at Radio Shack.  It's not a  bad thing to be in last place, at least at the begining.  It's a bad thing to be in last place after years of trying not to be in last place.

I've had some people call and write saying they were surprised.  The most popular response they have gotten is "Really?"  I'm trying to figure out if that's a positive response or negative.  It's kind of like when people say you're funny.  Is that "ha ha" funny or "ha ha this guy makes me nervous" funny. 

I think what I'm looking forward to the most is defending my six gold medals in the River Festival Celebrity Canoe Race.  I won that deal six times!!!  The last time I competed was with Paige Turner as my partner. If you're in Kansas City you'll know her as the morning news girl on 710 KCMO.  We ended up in the river swimming.  I think the lack of training and over confidence on my part was the reason the winning streak came to an end.

My "future Program Director" is a gal named Beverlee Brannigan.  Quoting her, she says she is "the best future PD I've ever had".  I can't disagree with that.  It is so obvious that I will have to be a total suck up to keep this job.  That's not a bad thing is it?  It's worked for a lot of untalented or questionably talented people. 

Anyway, I am looking forward to reconnecting with the now silver haired crowd that may remember me and those whose parents sat them down and relayed the Tim Peters saga to them every night at bedtime to keep the tale alive through the generations.  I guess I'm kinda like Davy Crockett, with out the furry hat and the canoe that is half underwater.

That is all...Peters out!

Up all night studyin'...

Well, to no one's surprise I passed the urine test required by my new employer.  I didn't even study because I thought I remembered everything from the last one I had to take.  They do however, need to make the cups a little bigger.  I'm not bragging, but I could have filled a two litre.  Anyway, I got the news today from my new Program Director.  We already have some things in common.  She was fired from the same Wilks Broadcasting that I was fired from.  She went on to be a huge success...(long pause)  Maybe we don't have a whole lot in common.  She claims she will be the best Program Director I've ever had.  I have a habit of testing PeeDees, we'll see.

I still can't say the call letters because the official announcement has not been made, but I think that will happen tomorrow.  I hope nobody walks out.  The station is currently dead last and it will be my job to make sure it gets to at least next to last.  I don't see any reason why we can't beat the spanish station..and the all polka station.  This ain't Minnesota you know.

Tomorrow is my Mother's 75th birthday.  I wish I could be there.  She is the most giving person I have ever known.  She really would give you the shirt off her back.  I love you Mom, Happy Birthday!

That is all...Peters out!