So if you missed me on WFMU yesterday you can always listen to the archived show, you know. I believe that when you play this you’ll hear some music first, and then Bronwyn C. talking for awhile, and then about 15 minutes into the show she gets me on the phone. I mean, I think so–I haven’t listened to the archive yet. I’m bashful that way. If I sounded dopey I don’t want to know yet. But Bronwyn C. was very cool to talk to, and Listener Zack, who called in, was very nice, and also Listener Emily (was that her name? It was hard to for me to hear sometimes). Oh, and I read the Fluffy Mackerel Pudding recipe on the air, so you better listen if you want to know how to make that nasty stuff.
I move into my new apartment this weekend. I got the keys last night and I am packing, in my own spacey, procrastinatory way. I’ve lived in my old place for so long I am somehow afraid to dismantle it all, as if I’m scared I won’t be able to put it back together again in the new apartment.
That, and I had to watch the last ever episode of Dawson’s Creek. If you’ve ever met me in person you’ve probably heard my goofy story about how that stupid-ass show changed my life. I’ll tell the rest of you sometime soon. I hadn’t watched it in about three years. I forgot how much Katie Holmes’ face slides all over her head when she’s trying to act. Wow, I hadn’t missed that at all.
