EDSBS RADIO: DISASTER, YES; FUN, ALSO YES.

Whoever claimed to be “T-Kyle King” was obviously lying, because he keeps posting that picture of himself with Doug Gillett and the voice… it does not match. It’s like he switched voices with Mike Tyson or something.

Dammit! This is what I get for actually working yesterday and not getting a chance to check in here until this morning. Sucks. I’ll make the next one though, mark my words!

i think the technology that sets the volume levels for the phone calls has sugar problems and a short attention span.

stil it was fairly amusing to hear what metaphoric bulls in china shops sounds liek when discussing the sec.

Is there some sort of interweb-recording of this? Had buku bullshit work to catch up on last night and couldn’t listen.

Just remember, the ark was built by an amateur, the Titanic was built by professionals.

I mean, did you ever get lucky on the first date?

Carls Jr. : Fuck you, I’m eating.

Orson definitely sounded like a post-op Castor Troy at the beginning. I liked it a lot overall and hope to eventually call in.

dear God. Was that a “Faceoff” reference. Somebody punch me in the dick until I pass out.

O,

Listened in last night and I enjoyed it. (minus the constant volume control on my computer) I think you should keep the five questions for a while. That in itself has unlimited potential.

The motorhead commercial was loud, but hilarious. I am looking forward to becoming a regular listener and potential caller.

A “Boxing Helena” reference? Now I’m definitely going to listen to this.

Southern Papa-

From humer in your previous posts I assume you are being facetious, because many do get lucky the first date. These dates end up being a treainwreck of ambitious lust, but are FUN. Likewise I think the first EDSBS blogcast is cool because it was a clusterfuck. Endearing really since I wouldnt be comfortable being associated with an organization of perfection, especially one designed for recreation.
Sorry I missed the first blogcast, real life interviened, but I will make the next.

That was greatness due to it’s everyman-esque clusterfuckness.

Wow. Big made up words.

Never mention Garrison Keillor or his spawn again. Please, I beg of you. You’ve listened to Prairie Home Companion, and I’m sure you’ve seen Fargo. Now ask yourself: “Where does that idiot get his accent?” There is no good answer, and the solution may be hitting him with a log until he reverts to the way the rest of us speak, eh.

Just remember next time that you get cut off at 9pm sharp. You were mid steam with something and then “dead silence”. Which, now that I think about it a bit more, was actually oddly appropriate.

Great show, either way. Great and awkward, mixed in Reeces Peanutbutter Cup fashion.

OS and Peter—I appreciate the kind words. It was definately a good time. And like I said before…I’m not saying I WOULD have sex with a limbless woman, I’m just saying that I would not automatically give it a “no” without checking her out first. If having an open mind is wrong…I don’t want to be right.

RCR

Believe it or not, Brian, it was me. If it’s any consolation, though, they asked you to break down every team in the Big Ten but they dispensed quickly with my football acumen in order to get to my thoughts on Orson’s fashion choices, so you can tell how respected I am around here!

Since there seems to be room for reasonable disagreement upon the issue of how many limbs Sherilyn Fenn could be missing before she would cease to be hot, I have posted a new poll question to assess the blogosphere’s opinion upon that weighty topic. Orson, if you’d like, I can call in next week with the results.

For the record, the options regarding the number of limbs Miss Fenn could be without before her physical attractiveness would suffer excessively are none (the ’Twin Peaks"/“Two Moon Junction” option), one (the “Friends” option), two (the post-accident “Boxing Helena” option), three, and four (the full “Boxing Helena” option).

When setting forth the alternatives, I resisted the temptation to make a tasteless Max Cleland joke, as well as the temptation to include an additional option: “Five (she’d be hot even without a head).” However, I’m sure I can count on Orson’s loyal readers to venture beyond the bounds of propriety in my stead.

Doug, I’m looking at you. . . .

Superb, Kyle, we’ll work it into next week’s show.

Greatest train wreck since Richard Kimble was set free. I need more.

Had to stop at 15 mins on the replay because the corporate overlords started cracking the whip… one question: PB sounds like someone running a Texas site should, accent-wise, but didn’t TCOAN claim that Orson is originally from Tennessee? Didn’t sound like it, to my untutored ear. There must be some kind of intervening variable here.

TZUbear,

Just trying to maintain some semblance of an image, as I don’t want my daughter giving it up on a first date. Or a second. Or ever, for that matter.

Now my son, I hope he scores on every date.

All in all, a good time had by all, I think . Nice to put voices with pseudo-names, finally. The accents were not what I expected.

Orson,

Don’t be discouraged about being cut off at the end of your broadcast. When Kasey Kasem did his first Top 40 countdown he only made it to #2 on the chart.

That’s complete bullshit, of course. But if it makes you feel better, run with it.

Hey Orson, good show. I have a blog talk radio show on another subject and when you go over on time you go off the air but the podcast keeps recording. Also you are going to want to register your podcast with itunes. It’s easy but that way people will find it when they search the itunes store for podcasts.

By the way I decided to he my own new fangled anagram pseudonym:

Hieronymus Gloze