Thursday, February 18, 2010

Debbie Downer

The following are actual snippets of radio programming I heard when turning on my car this week. All are from NPR:

"Little did they know, it would get so. much. worse."

"An eternity in which to express his remorse..."

"After that grueling experience, he had also developed liver cancer."

"He would never be that innocent little boy again."


Dear gad, NPR. I love you and all but can't you report something about an adorable cat-fashion show once in awhile? I mean, I'm only listening to you because the tape-to-iPod convertery thing is busted and I have no choice except you or the same 4 songs to and from work. You know I'm going to choose you every time, but I kind of feel like driving off a cliff or slitting my wrists.

Report on some school's spelling bee and how the underdog (but not too underdog) dyslexic kid won and then got a scholarship to Harvard. Or I might have to just choose silence.

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