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(inhales) yeah (exhales) I was disappointed when my entry wasn’t one of the top 10 tracks on KCRW’s 7th Annual Radio Race– but y’know what? I’m gonna keep on keepin’ on. That’s right, I’m gonna channel my inner geezer and keep plugging away, recording weird little stories like the one that got left on the audio heap two weeks ago. I got a million of ‘em. The hits just keep on coming.

We had a great time at the Boardroom with Todd and Michelle last Saturday. They are two of our oldest friends. I’ve known Todd since I was 13, and we both have known Michelle since college. We made plans to eat dinner and play board games a few weeks ago, and that’s exactly what happened. The first two games required brain power and strategy. The last one, Pass The Pigs, was pure fun and chance.The game has two tiny pigs that are rolled like dice. It’s like a craps game without the side bets. Scores depend on the different positions in which the pig dice land, but if you roll too many times you WILL pig out (crap out).

Like a distant echo from a forgotten retailer, the latest token of love for the dead mall is this: a collection of remixed mall music muzak! A friend that belongs to the Facebook group, Dead Mall Enthusiasts, sent me a link and said, “as a fellow dead mall lover, you may enjoy this.” I do. Here’s the first track.

Last week I got texts from one of my number neighbors. Everybody has two. They are the people whose phone numbers are one digit higher and one digit lower than you. They are also known as text door neighbors. This is how the original exchange went. When my neighbor wanted to know more personal information about me, I kindly suggested that they go bug the other neighbor on the north side.

whew! i got the cartoons drawn & the radio piece submitted. when church was over i just stayed home and relaxed. a couple of hours later jenny said, “let’s go for a sunday drive.” we meandered down 87th street and stopped at a turkish coffee shop along the way. other stops included shawnee mission park & desoto.

the next 48 hours are going to feel like i’m cramming for college finals. jim mathis has commissioned me to draw cartoons for his next book called the camel and the eye of the needle. i read most of the book yesterday, and i’ll crank out some material for him today. then starting at noon tomorrow, i’ll be in a 24 hour race against other radio producers. it’s a contest to see who can write, edit, and produce the best 4 minute non-fiction piece for a santa monica radio station. when the dust clears in a couple of weeks, the winner will collect $1000.

funny but painful, laughing through the hurt, side splitting nausea… those are the first phrases that come to mind when i think of bad elvis impersonators. i also imagine that they would be accompanied by the portsmouth sinfonia aka the world’s worst orchestra. i can’t stop laughing… ow!

my number neighbor reached out to me on monday. if you’re wondering what that means, it’s this: someone out there has my phone number, except for the last digit, and they texted me. so if my phone number ended in 4461, my number neighbor would be 4460. when i asked a few folks at the coffeehouse if they had received a similar text, one guy said “yeah,” and showed me a picture of a cat that his number neighbor had sent him. the screenshot above is how my exchange went. i guess i could have been friendlier.