So...I'm a DJ...

I mentioned this in a previous blog post but I feel as though I've never really addressed the issue. Yes, issue. So, my father has a show in the morning from seven to nine and every 20 minutes he had someone at Centenary radio chime in, play a song, do the weather, share some news. The whole sha-bang. This person was also in charge of broadcasting his show through KSCL. This brings me to the point of why did anyone ever think to trust me doing this? Seriously. The first day I was by myself, I was in the midst of panicking, and all of the sudden this flashing device starts going off (it starts flashing.....OK.). Great, the fire alarm is going off. Except, it wasn't. Worse. Someone was "calling-in". Here's our conversation:
Sydney: Hello....?
Random non-existing band fan: Oh. You're here.
Sydney: Yes (anus?). I'm here.
Random: Will you play some Noir?
Sydney: I'm sorry?
Random: Noir. Just play it.

I searched my tiny (-Tim) two rooms filled with millions of CD's, and could not find it. So, I googled it, and the only "Noir" is in some different language....so I'm not really sure we have that one sir.

We "DJ's" have a sign in sheet (so they know who messed up at all times) and underneath the signature line it says LEGAL NAME. I don't know if some folks up here were full of misfortune with their birth certificate but "Dat Boy Blaze" just doesn't sound like it has a nice ring to it in the kindergarten role call.



This took Totes about two weeks to learn.

 Another thing about the other deej's, when you search the little Google sidebar, it doesn't automatically delete. I went to Google this morning to look up the lyrics to this one song to make sure it was appropriate to play (so responsible, you're welcome children of the Ark-La-Tex), and I see that my previous DJ, Chris Brown (not sure if that's his LEGAL NAME or not) had been searching about whiskey, good kinds of whiskey, and then finally a brand of whiskey. At least it wasn't something like "How to murder someone", I would have been a little worried/frightened if that were the case. They had looked up this blog though (good choice if you're reading this again) and they'd viewed it seven times. The computer probably froze and they just kept accidentally clicking it. But I'm okay with that!

This little booth is pretty scary. I'm the first one here every morning and its frightening, lots of CD's staring at you. It took me about 10 minutes the other day to find the light switch. Sneaky sneaky, Centenary. It is quite the adventure sitting in the hottest room probably on campus. To pass my time I like to wander around (in two rooms about the size of closets, not much wandering) and look at all of the CD's. There are so many and its such an adventurous delight! Every genre of music. Billions upon billions upon billions. We get 70 new CD's every week (is CD supposed to be capitalized? Hm.) but I don't know who is supposed to approve them so we have about 15 bins of 70 CD's.....so that 85 new CD's..............I've tried to look at them but then I start to have a panic attack and it ruins my fun.

It's fun being able to say whatever you want to. I've decided to take a new take at weather, a crude one per say. For example, Christmas Vacation, "It's a bit nipple-y out side." Or "Man, it's hot as bals-amic vinagrette today."  It really it as hot as bals-amic vinagrette today here in Shreveport, Louisiana, United States of America. 318. Ratchet City. Port City. Sleezeport. Disneyport. So far from being anything like Disney. Sigh. The high today is 106. Kill me now. I'm rambling now. I drank the largest coffee in my entire life today. Very quickly too. I'm watching my fingers type (my extremely long and slender fingers; Claire O'Brien and Haley Sanders like to call me Voldemort) and they just keep moving. I'm typing my thoughts now. Ok. I'm stopping. Ok nope. Yes. No. Ok. Happy Hump Day.