To Review or Not Review...

One thing I really hate about the Internet is how quickly can jump to the defense of someone they have never met and sometimes never even heard of. You can write a well-thought out review of a book, movie or TV show and someone, inevitably, in the comments write: "You're not a real fan" or "You just don't get it." I've written several reviews on this blog and others, mostly positive, but it's the negative ones that get the most responses. I once said that the seventh season of How I Met Your Mother wasn't very good. I was told to not hate. I wasn't. I feel that the first season is genius and there isn't a bad one in the bunch but the seventh season had numerous problems and said that.

I feel that if you can actually explain why you don't like something then your opinion holds up better but with the exception of only a couple comments, most people were just mad I was "attacking" their favorite things. Part of the burden of having favorite things is having to deal with people who may not agree with you. I like Superman, my favorite author is Michael Chabon, my favorite current TV show is Grimm, my favorite TV show of all time is The Simpson but only the first 11 seasons. My favorite movie is Slums of Beverly Hills and my favorite actor is Nicolas Cage. Even I can point out the flaws of everything I just listed and I am prepared for having to deal with people who think Superman is lame, Nicolas Cage sucks and what the hell is that movie?

I bring this up because I am about finished with a book by a popular young adult author whose other book I read, I absolutely loved and I want to read more but the book I'm reading isn't that great and this is the book that's winning awards and becoming a movie. It's good, don't get me wrong, but I don't like the characters, I predicted what would happen after the two main characters were introduced and I'm confused why these teenagers talk like they are in an episode of Dawson's Creek. Does that bother anyone else having teenagers talk and act well above their age? Maybe if I liked the characters I wouldn't care... I want to write a review on it but I guess I'm torn. Honestly, anything I post here rarely gets any comments so I shouldn't have to defend myself despite the fact my defense is already in the review.

Also, I'm writing this on my iPad Blogger app. I don't recommend it.

So what you're telling me is that Hurricane Hattie lived to be 8-9 years old and has never seen her or anyone else's breath on a cold day. Has she been locked in a dark room?

Shave and a Haircut, 100 Bits

Over the weekend I got my haircut and since I hadn't had a haircut since July and hadn't shaved since late October so it was definitely time so I went downtown and got a haircut and a shave from a local barber--the only one to actually offer old-fashioned shaves. It. Was. Great. I felt so much better afterward. Much better, I think, than if I had attempted to shave on my own which would've taken a long time because I don't have a beard trimmer or anything else to shorten my beard so I would've had to use a razor (or three) to trim, shave and go over again.

Sadly, it's not something I can do every week or even every month but someday, when I'm Mitt Romney rich, I'll be doing it everyday.

Meanwhile, Veeblefester in college was like, I saw, I came, I snuck out quietly the next morning. Amiright?

KHNH #1

The building that housed 91.1 KHNH was a very plain brick building in the parking lot of a Walmart. Miranda Hartman was very nervous about her first day. She woke up way too early and couldn't get back to sleep. She then spent the first two hours awake on the toilet evidently pooping out everything she had eaten in the last two days. Her boyfriend, Charlie, got home about 4 and the two had sex then smoked some weed before she left for work which got here there four hours before she needed to be.

She was the new producer for the Graveyard Shift, an overnight radio program that had been on the air since 2000. It was a fairly popular program and had become the only original overnight program that wasn't syndicated. The previous producer had been with the show since the beginning and was finally hired away to a bigger market. Miranda had only been out of college for four months, had never produced anything and only applied for the job on a lark.

When Miranda got to KHNH, the drive-time show was still on for another half hour or so. She walked to the booth but didn't go in. "You're the new Graveyard producer, aren't you?" asked a fairly attractive man who suddenly appeared behind her.

She jumped. "Yeah. I'm here early..."

"Clearly," he chuckled. "I'm Aubrey, the nighttime deejay. You may know me better as Hotbox."

Miranda extended her hand. "I'm Miranda Hartman . You can call me Randi," she introduced.

"I figured I should introduce myself as we'll probably see each other quite a bit since our schedules overlap."

"Ah, the new producer," another man came up to her.

"Hi, Mr. Redmond," Randi said.

"I'll be honest, I'm shocked Mark and Danny wanted a new producer," Mr. Redmond revealed. "Either one of the could've taken that job especially after they said they wanted to hire someone with no experience."

"Why did they want someone without experience?" Randi asked.

"I don't know," Mr. Redmond shrugged. "They didn't tell and I can only assume. We only got four applications from people with no experience. They particularly like yours because you've only been out of college a few months."

Mr. Redmond walked away leaving Randi and Aubrey alone. "Why did they want someone with no experience?"

"I don't know. I'm sure it's just them trying to give someone a chance and nothing to worry about," Aubrey said. "I have to go in the booth now so I'll see you around this evening."




Mark and Danny started The Graveyard Shift back in 2000. Danny was originally the mid-day host between ten and three while Mark co-hosted the drive time program with a guy named Levi. When Levi left, Mark was offered the hosting job but instead he and Danny proposed their own overnight program. Mr. Redmond was leery at first but agreed. Within a year, The Graveyard Shift was the most popular overnight radio program in Kansas City beating even well-established syndicated programs. Mark and Danny attempted to do new things and soon began deviating from the station' modern rock format to almost playing what they want.

Randi hung around the studio for several hours until Danny came into work at about ten. Danny was usually the first person there so he could get the show planned out. When he walked in, Randi was also in one of the studios listening to Hotbox. "Are you Randi?" Danny asked, walking into the studio.

"Yeah," she said kind of nervously, although her nerves had calmed since she had been there.

"I'm Danny. Glad to finally meet you. Welcome to radio. I hope you know how," he smiled at her and walked off. He went into an odd office space with three offices connected to each other. The offices were shared by all eight deejays at KHNH.

Randi paused and then followed Danny into the office. "Um, Danny?" she laughed nervously as she entered. "I have a question."

Danny looked up at her. "Sure. What's your question?"

"Why did you hire me?"

"That is a very good question. The short answer is, Mark and I liked you. The long answer is when Mark and I first entered the radio game, we were pretty new as well and very inexperienced. Lloyd--Mr. Redmond--took a chance on us and hired us and then he took another chance when we wanted to start The Graveyard Shift. We wanted to take a chance on someone as well. You were the only one never given a chance. We wanted to fix that," Danny explained.

Randi stood up straight. "Really?" she questioned. "That's a weird way to hire people."

"Don't knock it. You now have a job," he smiled at her. "I look forward to being on the air with you."

"Yeah. Me, too. Thanks again."




A few minutes after midnight, after what seemed like twenty minutes of commercials, the opening theme music to The Graveyard Shift began. It was a shortened version of the theme song to the 1990s television show NewsRadio. It was originally just a recorded version from off of the TV show but about three years ago, a local band did their own cover of it and Mark and Danny had been using that ever since. After the
music, Danny went on the air.

"We're going to do things a little different tonight as we have someone new to introduce," Danny began. "Don't worry, Mark is still here but we have a new producer. Everybody please welcome Randi."

"Hello, Kansas City!" Randi exclaimed.

"We hope Randi will become a permanent member of our group and will stick around for as long as the previous producer. It will also be good she's here because we can finally get a woman's perspective on things," Danny said.

"I think you are just trying to push me out," Mark laughed.

"Of course not, Mark. You're my best friend. Unless things really work out with Randi then I might not hang out with you as much."

"She is very cute, just so the listeners know. Do you mind being called cute by nearly complete strangers to possibly several thousands people?" Mark asked.

"No, I think I can handle it. My boyfriend may not like it but he should be asleep."

"So for those of you calling in and texting, Randi is in a relationship," Mark said and then cleared the phone board. "If you wish to call in please make sure that it is not to ask the new producer out."

"She kind of reminds me of Miley Cyrus if the listeners want a visual," Danny said. "Welcome to the Graveyard Shift, Randi. It's a pleasure to have you here." Danny smiled at Randi and then began playing "Party in the USA" by Miley Cyrus.

"Did you have to actually play a Miley Cyrus song?" Mark asked.

"Yes. And you should be glad it's 'Party in the USA' and not 'Meet You Again,'" Danny chuckled.

"Someone just texted in a picture of their junk," Randi said.

"Here, let me show you how we deal with stuff like that," Danny reached over, selected the phone number and then blocked the number. "There. He won't be bothering us again."

Welcome Back

I put up a poll back on the 22nd wanting people to vote on what would be the future of Watch This Space. One person voted. But during the time the poll was up I kind of figured out what I want to do. I do want to restore Watch This Space and I have things queued up to begin later this week including a new Story Series and Thursday Comics. A new but familiar feature will be this one: Capt. Brian's Whiz-Bang which will be like a simple blog entry focusing on whatever I want to talk about today that will end with commentary on "The Born Loser." If you don't want to read what I write then you can skip on down to the comic.

You may know "Whiz-Bang" from the early days of Fawcett Publications. Captain Billy's Whiz-Bang was started by Wilford Fawcett (Captain Billy) in 1919 and was a bawdy cartoon and humor magazine. It lasted until 1936 and Wilford died of a heart attack in 1940. Fawcett Publications went to Wilford's sons who began publishing comic books ultimately publishing Whiz Comics #2 which introduced Captain Marvel, now Shazam!.

"The best defense is a good offense. Know who said that? Mel, the cook on Alice."

But seriously, it's suggested that Chairman Mao first opined what would become "the best defense is a good offense." His quote was "the only real defense is active defense." The same strategy was also discussed by Machiavelli and Sun Tzu. I find it sad that a phrase used for war is now considered a sports analogy.

What About WTS?

I've been terrible at trying to get something posted here as of late. To be honest with you, it's been hard to come up for something to actually post here. Since I use Liberty for my monthly writings, 16th & Mass for my history and The Point of Beginning for my own personal stuff, ol' Watch This Space has been sitting here virtually untouched for weeks, sometimes months at a time.

What I've been trying to do is get some new Story Series written but so far I only have the first issue of one series ready to go as I have been working on getting stories for Liberty finished. I need to be more diligent at posting text things here and not at POB. There's a part of me that just wants to end WTS since there are three other sites that I use more faithfully but I just can't do that. WTS has been the cornerstone of my crappy empire since 2008 and the cornerstone before that was MySpace. There was a time--when I was unemployed--that there was something new just about everyday. Stories, comics, history, every day of the week. It was a wonderful time but now since I have a job, I don't have as much time to plot, draft, write, edit, rewrite and post which means that while the daily schedule of LAMNB is relatively easy, the monthly schedule of Liberty offers convenience and the randomness of 16th & Mass provides easy escape from responsibility, there's not a whole heck of a lot else to post on here.

But that's where my loyal readers come in, if I actually have any. I do believe there are at least seven of you. What should I do with Watch This Space? That's what this handy poll is for. Please vote and let me know what you think I should do with WTS and thanks for reading.

So Many Solutions

High-five yourself. Where's your son? Invite Arnie over. Go to a bar and watch.

Since When Does Arnie Work With Brutus?

Everything we see is in 3-D. That's how our eyes work. And it wasn't cold sweat, it was cold urine.

HD-TV these days are fairly inexpensive compared to how humongous TVs used to be. To be fair, I do think it's impressive that the Thornapples do have a flat screen though.

Stoneman's Pharmacy--Serving Cleveland Since 1889

Looks like Brutus has a lawsuit on his hands. Brutus will now be able to go to the Country Club as a member instead of as Veeblefester's guest from now on.

Why Does Gladys Get So Mad In the Middle?

Makes sense to me. Unless Wilberforce has been using that towel for a week or so, there's no point in washing it. I also understand people's (mostly men...) thoughts on if you even have to wash it but after awhile the towel gets musty and moldy smelling and sooner or later that smell is going to rub off on you and you'll be smelling like an abandoned house when you finally go talk to that girl at work you've been thinking about the last three months and she'll turn you down because you never wash your towel.

The Cook's Hat Is Losing Color In Each Panel

Just take that snarky reply as a 'No' and order the damn two cheeseburgers, Brutus.