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Category: Blogging

Then you can read this.

Myspace doesn't pay me to blog, but 98 PXY does!

Get caught up and share some thoughts. More (d)Anger awaits...

Currently playing : Grand Theft Auto IV Release date: 2008-04-29

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Corona Pants guy
Current mood: mischievous
Category: Blogging

The Cinco de Mayo blog you have not been waiting for is here!!!

I'll be looking for your comments on the all new 98PXY.com! 

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I’m calling the Hail Mary
Current mood: determined
Category: Quiz/Survey

I’m in the Elite 8 for Rochester Radio Madness in Rochester Insider Magazine.

VOTE HERE

I would never ask you to delete your cookies and vote more than once, because that would be wrong.

Thanks in advance, homies.

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Blogging at every meal now
Current mood: Rick Astley
Category: Rick Astley Blogging

Why? 

Why have I gotten blog crazy in the past few weeks?

Training.  That’s why.

Today the new 98pxy.com goes live.  And Myspace doesn’t pay me to blog.  So from now on, check out my blog on the new 98pxy.com

I’ll do my best to keep it fresh, funny, angry, or to provide whatever it was you came here for in the first place.  Expect me to blog on myspace whenever I feel the need to post uncensored material (for now).

Hope you like it!

MD

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Who’s Having The Best Week Ever?
Category: Games

Tomorrow, I have an appointment at the dermatologist.  She would like to do a biopsy.  There’s a small mass that has been on the tip of my nose for years and she wants to check it out.   It’s probably nothing, but she did throw the big "C" at me.  Normally, I wouldn’t be nervous, but when it comes to Cancer I’m a little freaked.  Here’s why:

The only people who avoid Cancer are the dip-shits who don’t take care of themselves.  The guy who smokes a carton a day can avoid Lung Cancer, but the person who was exposed to second hand smoke is terminal.  The woman who spends 20 minutes a day in the tanning bed is fine (with the exception of her healthy, attractive, orange glow) while the guy who won’t spend more than an hour outside with sun-block (me) gets Skin Cancer.

I’m sure it’s nothing, but you see why I’m on edge?

I’ll be in NYC Thursday night hunting ninjas and searching for the elusive giant squid.

Currently listening : Carnavas By Silversun Pickups Release date: 25 July, 2006

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We lost it
Current mood: mellow
Category: Sports

Thanks for all of the well-wishes today.  If you haven’t heard, we lost the pregnancy.

More practice on the way, I won’t be complaining.  I have a feeling we’ll wait until that 3 month point before we make a public announcement next time.

Thanks again.  You have no idea how much it means.

Currently listening : Wincing the Night Away By The Shins Release date: 23 January, 2007

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Show some love
Current mood: indifferent
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural

Gotta give it up to Mike Johansson at the Insider. He, no doubt would like to generate some traffic on his website. He knows how insecure and competitive we radio people are.

So, The Insider is doing a March Madness bracket with local radio personalities and you know what I want.

VOTE HERE!

Keep in mind I would NEVER tell you to delete your cookies and vote as often as you like every day. Never.

Vote. Or I’ll send Snake Eyes to find you!

Currently reading : StrengthsFinder 2.0: A New and Upgraded Edition of the Online Test from Gallup's Now, Discover Your Strengths By Tom Rath Release date: 01 February, 2007

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Best Picture, 2009. Bank on it.
Current mood: hyper
Category: Movies, TV, Celebrities

Look closely at this picture...

You really cannot become any more of a badass than this guy.

That, my friends, is Snake Eyes from next summer’s G.I. Joe movie.  He is being played by the same guy who played the nearly equally bad ass Darth Maul in Star Wars Episode I.

You can almost hear bones breaking when you look at him.

Not a lot of people know this, but I actually submitted a screenplay for this movie a few years ago.  Let me know what you think.  

G.I. Joe Will Kill Your Whole Village and Burn it Down
A screenplay by Mike Danger

Scene 1:

Characters: (I urge all readers to suggest characters for new scenes and make casting suggestions)

Duke: Uncast
Snake Eyes: Uncast
Lady J: Paris Hilton
Roadblock: Mr. T
Zartan: Uncast
Destro: Uncast

(Screen fades from black: An image of an army camp placed in a rocky, mountainous region appears. Soldiers move from one tent to another. The camera pans in, slowly, towards Duke and Lady J, deep in discussion, outside the mess hall.)

Lady J: We should move into the village of Nebrecio this nightfall; we’ll take them off-guard and find out about Cobra’s latest movements!

Duke: That’s dangerous, besides… Snake-Eyes went into the village yesterday morning and beat up every single bad-ass in the village and had sex with their girlfriends.

Lady J: Yeah, but what does that tell us about Cobra?

Duke: Well, Snake Eyes interrogated each bad-ass, one by one, before killing them. Then he bashed their heads open with rocks, flipped their bodies upside down, and used them as giant Crayola markers and wrote out maps of Cobra movement on the ground with their blood.

Lady J: But Snake-Eyes doesn’t talk… How did he interrogate the...

(Duke kicks Lady J in the teeth and spits in her face)

(At that moment, gunfire breaks out. A barage of bullets rip through the sky and blast their way through Par.. I mean Lady J’s head. She falls to the ground as wild coyotes move in and eat her. As the coyotes gnaw the skin off of her face, Roadblock emerges from behind a tree and lays down cover fire. Duke takes cover behind a bike rack. The gunshots subside, and Zartan and Destro emerge from the brush with guns drawn. Duke places his hands above his head and walks out from behind the bike rack. Roadblock sprints off into the wilderness to request back-up from a nearby Joe camp.)

Destro: On your knees, Joe!

Duke: Not again Destro! That was college, and I’d do anything for coke!

Destro: Not a word, Fucker!

Zartan: Enough of this shit, assholes. Surrender now, and free Cobra Commander

Destro: Yeah! Mother fucker!

Duke: Cobra Commander who?

(Destro kicks Duke in the balls and catches his hair on fire.)

Destro: Surrender now! Bitch!

Venom
Current mood: mischievous
Category: Religion and Philosophy

Checking my voicemail at work.

12 new messages.

4 of these messages from a single source.  A screening company calling in to check on an employee who has applied for a job with one of their clients.

I don’t mind foreigners, but when your job is to verbally relay information to someone, perhaps you should have a grasp of the language.

Message one gave out the toll free number I was to call back along with the reference number.

Message two gave out the same toll free number and reference number.  Apparently, I misunderstood the first message.  "Zero" was actually "four", and I’m pretty sure this toll free number had a total of 12 digits.  Maybe they’re actually based in Bangladesh and an international code is required.  Whatever.

The next two messages were from English speaking operators who verified all of the numbers I couldn’t figure out from the first two messages.  I have about half a sheet of legal pad paper filled with scribbles and reference numbers at this point.

I have a very bad feeling as I pick up to dial them back.

I speak with "Tom", who I am sure is lying to me about his name.  In reality, "Tom’s" name is sure to be pronounced with a variety of clicking sounds.

Then the questions he asks…

"How is this person with the equipment and machinery?"

I ask, "Did you say equipment and machinery?  You know we work in radio right?  It’s not like she’s tearing up the street with a fucking jack-hammer.  What kind of machinery are you asking me about, Tom?  I’m pretty sure she knows how the toilet handle works.  The ice machine on the third floor may be a concern though."

Next question, "Is this person a team player?"

I’m thinking, "Why is a third party asking me this?  Why wouldn’t this person’s future employer just reach out and ask me directly?  Does this company enjoy pissing money away, because the service this screening company provides is absolute clownshoes."

Yeah, I went there.

"Well Tom", I answer.  "She once threatened to sit out 10 games when we applied the ’Franchise Tag’ on her.  From time to time, I would even call her a ’ball hog’"

Tom’s final question, "May I have your name please?"

"Elliot Spitzer"

Click.

Currently listening : Blackout By Britney Spears Release date: 30 October, 2007

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Words cannot express my sadness
Current mood: sad
Category: Games

If you just read the title of this blog, I bet many of you immediately think the worst.  You are right to be thinking that way.

Did I lose a loved one?

Are there complications with Sandy’s pregnancy exactly one day after announcing it?

No.                                

While that would be tragic, today I am sad because my culinary skills were put into perspective.

Yesterday was the annual Entercom Rochester St. Patrick’s Day Chili Cook Off.  It’s our first year with the company, and I KNEW that no one else here could touch my chili.  Let me explain why my Chili is held with such high esteem.

First, you should know that I loathe beans.  I won’t eat ’em.  So, instantly any chili I commit to making has to be sans beans.  And any chili I make without beans automatically moves to the top of my list because most chili IS made with beans and most chili sucks ass.

Sundays during football season, a bunch of us shitheads convene at our house to watch a lot of football, play video games, fantasy football, etc…I know girls, where do you sign up, right?

Part of this Sunday ritual is my chili.  I double batch it, because it isn’t uncommon for people to enjoy seconds.  Never once has anyone questioned the superiority of my chili.  I would go as far as to say, that because of the rave reviews prior to this contest, my chili entered it with a big head.

I have been deceived by those closest to me. 

Yesterday, when the smoke cleared and the judging was complete, my chili was good for 5^th out of 7 chilis.

5^th.

My chili was the only one minus beans, therefore, very distinct.  Not a good strategy for this contest apparently.

The winning chili?  Dave Kane from the classic rock station.

You believe that?

Now, come on.  Everyone knows he laces his chili with pot.  How the hell can I compete with that?

*fart*

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