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Fantastic word game

A hoax, or just a bizarre time warp, might be the best way to describe the empty street with its caged, locked down, rundown storefronts - and movie houses with their painted images of yesterday's glories faded from neglect - walls of graffiti, cracked and crumbling curbs with chipped red paint and trampled upon, sparkling and shimmering sidewalks with forgotten stars; a place called The Twilight Zone...er...Hollywood Boulevard.
 
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The Twilight Zone...er...Hollywood Boulevard...is populated by shabby-looking beggars, homeless winos, fanatical bearded preachers, stilt walkers, camera-toting tourists wearing Hawaiian shirts, aspiring actors hoping to be discovered and money-hungry entrepeneurs dressed in poorly-made super-hero costumes, and if Rod Serling were alive today he would likely say that there is far more weirdness on Hollywood Boulevard than ever appeared in his 1959-64 television series.

And there is no truth to the rumor that Disney's Twilight Zone Tower Of Terror was inspired by the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel. :)
 
Shark Tank is how several college newspaper writers referred to the hearse that transported the body of UNLV basketball coach Jerry "Tark the Shark" Tarkanian to the cemetery after he died last month in Las Vegas.

N.B.: the above statement has not been vetted for accuracy. :)
 
The next contribution to our Summer Band Camp scholarship fund will be our 100th contribution for this year but unfortunately all the contributions have been coins and not paper money.

Somebody dropped in an IOU for $5 but Miss Silkie is refusing to count that as "paper money."
 
Paper money is not really paper, having no wood fiber, but is made with cotton and linen, with a few other special fibers thrown into the recipe.

Fun factoids time: There was a time, and the librarian goes back...cough...a way, let's say a short time in terms of decades, when a person who went to work in a bank - any department - was given a $20 bill as a new bff as part of a Secret Service program. Okay not really forever, but for a couple of weeks, during which time the employee was expected to learn everything about the new bff. Then the bill was returned. Then another $20 bill was given to the person as a new bff. And since this is an Internet board, I am not telling you which one was the real one, and which one was the counterfeit, but the librarian knows without a fancy counterfeit detector pen.
 
Muffins for Puffins was the theme of an SPCA animal food drive in 1976 but very little money was raised, even less than the amount raised at the previous year's Tutti-Fruttis for Agoutis food drive.

I quickly changed the subject before Jeff could make a joke about the Linen Sisters. :)
 
Food drive volunteer positions are listed on the bulletin board outside my office and also on PowerWorld's website.

We need lots of trailer truck stuffers and, later in the day, trailer truck un-stuffers, just like last year.
 
PowerWorld's website is guaranteed by our remote IT Tech, darth, not to rubbleup-dubbleup-rust-rot-shrink-stink or explode, is pasteurized-homogenized-sanitized and clean too, which means that it is pretty well up and running in the library.
 
Running in the library is allowed only if you are wearing very quiet shoes that don't clomp or squeak.

Hope everyone enjoyed St. Patrick's Day; may the road rise up to meet ya, and may the wind at yer back...not be yer own...
 
Squeak quietly like a mouse if you are going to the hospital to pay a visit to a friend.

Folks, for those of you who have been around here long enough to remember him (because he went on permanent sabattical a long time ago), our old friend quadraphonic, our former Director of TPS Reports, is in the hospital. Keep him in your thoughts.
 
A visit to a friend might include the sick and dying seal pups washing ashore in California, in the mix with Fukishima Tsunami waste.

They're trying hard to figure out the mystery.
 
Waste was faced by the chaste pasty-faced woman named Mrs. Baste as she faced the sea and, if she could have, she would have laced into the tasteless people who were responsible for the waste and they would have been disgraced.

I think I aced that post. I hope nobody here wants it to be erased.
 
Disgraced Hollywood types always head for rehab, as if that would make them any more acceptable to a society which pretty much sees the majority of them as Alan Swann, who was quite sure he was a movie star and not an actor.

"I think Alan Swann is beneath us.", said a stockbroker looking over the edge of a balcony. "Of course he's beneath us! He's an actor.", said another in reply.
 
A movie star and not an actor strolled along the red carpet at the 1982 Hollywood premiere of My Favorite Year and I knew he was a movie star and not an actor because an actor would not have tripped and fallen on his face.

I liked Alan Swann's reason for not wearing a watch. He doesn't trust them because "one hand is shorter than the other.
 


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