1. Isaac R from my sports station looked at the picture below and says to me, and I quote, "That's not your body right? I mean, they just photo shopped your head on some hot body. Right?" Yes, he just said that. To my face. Fantastic. Imagine his chagrin, or not, when I told him yes, that actually is my body thank you very much, airbrushed and photo shopped a tad, but still my body. He back pedaled and said he just wasn't sure because all of my tattoos were gone. Nice try.
2. Picked up a prescription at the pharmacy and had to have to whole "consultation" from pharmacist on duty as it's a controlled substance, you know, for pain and all. He says to me as he's explaining all the side effects of the whopping 5mg vicadin..."...feel free to break it in half if you find one whole pill is too much or makes you feel funny." Really? Break it in half in case I can't handle a full 5mgs? Awesome! I literally laughed out loud. He obviously hasn't reviewed my charts.
Square one by Amy Linford, posted Jan 30 2012 10:29AM
"Square one my slate is clear, rest your head on me my dear, it took a world of trouble, took a world of tears, it took a long time, to get back here."
KGON Presents the 2012 Mark and Brian Portland Variety Show! Saturday, April 7th at McMenamins Crystal Ballroom from 7pm - 11:30pm!
Featuring live performances from "The Rolling Tones" and "AC Double DC" Tickets on sale Saturday, February 4th at etix.com and the Crystal Box Office for $9.23 each.
KGON Workforce Members will be getting information on a pre-sale, so check your email this week. Not a Workforce Member yet? Sign up at KGON.com
The Mark and Brian Variety Show is 21 and over ONLY!
AND:
A portion of every ticket sold goes to First Octave. First Octave is a branch of the Portland Schools Foundation, supporting art and music education for youth with the goal of increasing access for underserved and underrepresented students and schools, in Portland and Multnomah County, through the First Octave Grant Program. These grants are funded through the tireless work and generous giving of individuals, foundations, and businesses, reflecting the strong support of the community for strengthening art and music in local schools. Primary funding for this year's grant program comes from The Dorothy Sherman Fund of the Oregon Community Foundation, and Fred Meyer.
Since its establishment in 1997, the First Octave Fund has infused more than $225,000 into public schools throughout Portland and Multnomah County, providing valuable access to arts and music education to our local youth.
Tune in at 7am to hear who's coming, how you can win tickets before they go on sale, when the KGON Workforce member pre-sale is and how to get the pre-sale password.
My awesome Alicia came up with a little hinty hint for you people...
Movies And Radio Kept them Away. Now the Dashing Boys Return In April...Nice!!
Nothing like a phone call from Los Angeles from KLOS with a little KGON invite to the Mark & Brian -get this- Roll Your Honey in Money event. Nope- not making that up.
You might have heard the boys talking about it in the mornings, this is the event where they are getting Danny, morning show producer and token Jew, married legally. In Vegas. In addition to getting Danny married, guys and gals get a chance to literally roll the gal in honey and then in cash, keeping whatever sticks! Not exactly sure what my presence will add, but I'm gonna go ahead and take one for the team, head to Vegas, hole up at the Riviera and party like a rock star. I may even post a picture or two. Yes, this is what I like to call work. Life is good. Great even.
This will make much more sense next Monday... Suffice to say, what happenes in Vegas, stays in Vegas. "Except herpes. That sh*t comes back with you." (Hangover quote.)
And, if you're in LA or streaming KLOS online, you can win a trip from KLOS.
This from the KLOS.com or markandbrian.com... "Listen for your chance to win a trip to be with Mark and Brian in Vegas at the Riviera Hotel/Casino. Grand prize winner gets to "ROLL THEIR HONEY IN MONEY".
Wanna stay where Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin and Elvis Presley performed. The Riviera Hotel & Casino on the Vegas Strip is the place to be rooms available today as low as 29 dollars!
Call 855-468-6748." That's where I'll be staying!
Amy Mail by Amy Linford, posted Jan 24 2012 12:53PM
Email sent last night to team at 11pm. Almost verbatim but it's a little more colorful here because I'm allowed to and because I can add pictures more easily. I seriously couldn't make this up if I tried.
To:
Mr. Burns, Krebs, Alicia, Bob B, and Jeff A,
As if this day could get any better- Jake and the kids were in a car accident after the Blazer game last night. Kids complaining of back and neck pain, their dad is too but he's sissy and has a long neck, so I'm taking them both to urgent care first thing in the am as we certainly can't compromise mister and missy sporty sport sports and their illustrious middle school sports careers.
The KGON truck is back in the lot, keys in purse. For those of you just tuning in, I broke down in the monster truck on Barbur last night and waited a freezing 45 minutes for tow dude to arrive.
After blocking traffic for an hour and watching the oldest man alive run over the flares, we made it back to the station, not safely I might add, and I then happily paid the $109 towing bill out of my own pocket. Sarcastic voice.
If I find out someone accidentally put gas in it yesterday instead of diesel, I may not be responsible for my actions and certainly not for what comes out of my mouth. Alicia- please triple/quadruple check with D. Skip the wrath of Amy part. Krebs- please call "your guy" and let us know when they are coming for the truck.
I'm pissed, I'm cold, and I'm not nearly drunk enough for this sh*t.
In all seriousness, health of my babies is always my priority.
See you tomorrow.
Best,
a
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Side notes and the rest of the story: I called the towing company we have a contract with, meaning the tow would be direct billed to Entercom and not come out of my very opposite of deep pockets, and the jerk that answered said they had no trucks in the area. Crickets. Ok great, I'm thinking, aloud, so is there like a waiting period, you can send someone soon, are you going to ask if I'm in a safe place? Crickets. Click. I will do everything in my human power to ensure we drop this company immediately. No tow trucks on the west side, I get it. Busy night, I get it. Throw a sister a bone here and at least inquire about my safety? Chivalry is dead. And so is our business relationship with said towing company, and I am being uber-nice and not disclosing the name of this company but rest assured, they are neither fast, affordable, NOR reliable.]
Gigantic thanks and praise to the 5th towing company I called, A and B Towing and Recovery 503.233.5189, and the ONLY one available to tow my huge truck out of the middle of a driveway on Barbur. The sweet lady that answered was more than concerned for my well being, I didn't even name drop KGON or offer concert tickets- yet- and this woman was on the radio with her crew, getting me a wrecker quicker than a cruise ship captain abandons ship. I swear on my life, the tow truck guy Gary (awesome dude), was there to my rescue as soon as I hung up the phone.
Did I mention it was 39 degrees and I was freezing my ass off? If you can just picture me for a moment, sitting in the truck, half blocking traffic, trying to call tow truck companies, trying to call Krebs to come rescue me, post the play by play on facebook, listen to Primetime, and fielding about 20 text messages from T about her headache and sorry but she can't go to the game tonight, can someone else pick up her tickets at will call, so sorry but I don't feel good blah blah blah until I finally responded, T- I'm sorry you don't feel good. I'm broken down on the side of the road in a monster truck that says KGON all over it, blocking traffic and freezing my ass off, and I don't feel good. I don't give a crap about your Blazer tickets. Bye Bye. Meanwhile, my doctor calls about my upcoming torture appointment as I quickly try and calculate how many pain killers I have left ..... Can you feel me right now? Can you? Can you feel the rage oozing from my pores?
Instead of continuing on and on when most of you stopped reading already because I'm so "wordy" probably anxiously awaiting the youtube version, here are the additional highlights:
1. The tow truck was smaller than the truck to be towed.
2. God Bless Gary for even attempting!
3. At one point after we went over a bump, Gary looks at me and says, Is the truck still attached?
4. Gary arrives, I pop the hood and he asks me how to open it. I'm like, dude, you're driving a tow truck and I'm wearing a short skirt and black boots. How the hell should I know.
5. Sitting inside warm tow truck, apparently chivalry is not dead with Gary, and watching traffic try and navigate around the flares, well, most of them made it around the flares, the oldest dude alive just drove right over them, was actually kinda fun. Lots of idiots out there. Gary concurs.
6. The kids are fine.
7. D swears he put diesel in it and I believe him. I'm going to check the receipt just in case.
8. I was reimbursed the $109.50 for towing this morning. After my rent check bounced last night.
9. I am going to send a thank you note to A and B towing. Good people.
10. When we got back to the station, Glynn Shannon was just leaving and he laughed at me. Buttface.
Remember those old Life cereal commercials, the ones where the kids try to get Mikey to eat it- "Give it to Mikey, he'll eat anything!" Or something like that. It appears that I am the office Mikey. Say a listener who just loves the station or who just won something and is super excited (that actually happens on 99.5 The Wolf daily), or perhaps just delusional enough to think that were they not to bring down cookies/treats/etc, the on air personalities may just starve to death.
Station peeps tend to shy away from stuff like that. There's a lot of certifiably crazy people out there and the idea that one of them could lace a delicious batch of chocolate chip cookies with just enough arsenic to make your nipples fall or your heart stop pumping off really ain't all that far off base in this industry. Usually, all those probably delicious and unlaced yummies go right in the trash, depending on the promotions peoples level of starvation. Hey, you can never be too safe, right? Ask Iris- she's had her fair share of stalkers over the past couple of decades. Poison cookies? Not sure. Crazy people? A plethora.
Today, the gift happened to be home made Kahlua. Hells yes, I say! Sweet little Annie from the Wolf comes in to my office with a cute little bottle of home made delciousness and says, "This winner brought it down today for us. Mike M. (Wolf PD) says he doesn't want it, but we did think you might." SCORE! Do I want home made alcohol? Yes. Do I care it may be laced with wolf killer? No. I love that those two wouldn't touch it with KUPL's lips, but have no problem offering it up to me. My work here is done, people.
And you know what? It was delicious. It tastes like ice cream with chocolate syrup all mixed up in a bowl with a little alcohol thrown in for fun. It is currently in my office fridge next to some delicious frosty cold Coors Light mountains. If I should die tonight, and it's not due to other illnesses affecting me at the moment, the chick left her name on a sticky on the bottle. Check there first.
It seems to suit me perfectly, much like others I have recently met that are not office calendars but live humans. I'm not the office bitch to them though.
Yes Please. by Amy Linford, posted Jan 10 2012 3:45PM
Where do I sign up for this research? I'm totally down.
Quote: "It occurred to me only the night before I was due to be scanned that I had forgotten to ask the most important question of all: What do I wear to this session? Neither Emily Post nor my most recent issue of Cosmo could tell me the proper dress code for self-stimulating to orgasm in an fMRI scanner."
That would not have been my first question. Read the rest here:
Yep- I took this picture this morning while stopped at a red light in Beaverton. I've read a lot of really good books, none however, were so good that I had to read them while in the car. Texting? Sure, I admit I do. And that it's dangerous and I shouldn't. Reading? Wow.
Yeah- I tend to strongly disagree with this statement. Whomever wrote it is a moron. While I tend to act like a child often, that hardly translates into a happy childhood. Trust me, it's too late. WAY too late.
Glynn Shannon
