When I walk out of the studio every week, I look. Can I see any stars, even in the city?  Is it a full moon?  How fast are the clouds moving?  Could that be…? I used to drive to the… Read more ›

My bedroom walls have always been scaled…it’s merely a matter of who’s doing the scaling. Sometimes it’s me trying to get to the room I’d rather be in. Occasionally it’s someone else…probably just trying to save me the time and… Read more ›

It seems like we’re almost always together after dark. I may do the occasional daytime show, but by and large I wait until the sun goes down.  I like to work blue, after all. But I don’t like the bright… Read more ›

I don’t feel like I ever get to say enough to you. So when I get the chance, I really try to pack in the yak. I find our chatter especially pleasurable, whether it’s on air or over at the Bubbles… Read more ›

I know I ask you to do a lot of things with me.  Actually, I don’t even ask you to do half of what I fancy you doing with me.  After all, I spend most of my time absorbed in… Read more ›

You listen so close.  You want to hear it all.  It’s all so musical. Even when it’s not me…and it’s Sweet Joe Silver, Churlman of the Board, NYC Office! Joe made it to the WMFO studios for the second in… Read more ›

Actually, I guess I spend more of my evenings alone now than ever before. But when I don’t, do I make it count. I like to get as much time with you as possible and shut out all of those… Read more ›

Recently, there was a tank top sale on the facebooks.  Twelve tops for some ungodly low price. I couldn’t believe how many of you who yuk it up over at the Bubbles in the Think Tank chat group messaged me to say… Read more ›

I didn’t know what to call it until this post title was chosen. I can’t hear myself no matter how hard I try to listen. Sometimes I don’t even know I’m making any sound, I’m just so wrapped up in… Read more ›

And what moon wouldn’t be a horny drunkard by the end of an episode of Bubbles in the Think Tank? We give you a bawdy brand of silliness.  You imbibe your beverage of choice, be it a Befrenda, any of an… Read more ›

You don’t have to point it out to me. I know that I tell you how much I love being with you ad infinitum here at the Bubbles in the Think Tank archive. But you know I wouldn’t tell you so often… Read more ›

As though you could get me to stop repeating…. Someone asked me a few days ago how I could be on the radio and sound so in command when I’m such an introvert. (We can debate any part of that… Read more ›

I’ve never been to Hawaii, but I would go with you. Not much in this world sounds better than lounging about with you on some silly sands next to some wacky waters under a screwy sky. We could partake the… Read more ›

Why do I keep coming back? Is it the wattage you continually put in my cottage?  The potency of your pizzazz? It must be the collective charisma that draws me back each and every week so I can experience the… Read more ›

  I like to soak you in silliness whenever I get the chance. But it’s not just you.  I find myself awash with the witticisms that I find for you. I’m immersed in it all, drenched by the overflow of what… Read more ›

I know what that means, and I love it. You get up and close the blinds and that’s when I know you’ve got no higher priority than paying attention to me. No one else needs to see you behind the… Read more ›

I can barely talk when it’s happening sometimes. I might manage to get a little squeak out but ,if I somehow manage more, there’s no guarantee I’ll get out what I want to say, the way I want to say… Read more ›

You’ve heard about my beginning of the show ritual.  More accurately, you’ve probably just heard it. The show opens and I take to the mic to introduce the night’s program.  By rote, I say the same things to start every… Read more ›

I see you looking. And I love it when you do. I don’t always feel like there’s a lot to see here, but then when I catch you peeking I know I’m wrong. One little glimpse from you makes me… Read more ›

I want in there so bad. I’ll buzz about looking for that deep spot, the core of our silliness. I know that’s where you’ll be. So be ready when I swarm our secret space, so secluded that only we know… Read more ›

My fingers are always crossed right up until I’m on the air with you. The happy chance that it works for us every time can only be a run of luck.  The flukiness of it all plunges my mind. But… Read more ›

It’s always like that when Belinda and January Fairy get together. We’ll spray effervescent silliness all over you.  Much like the glitter that always remains upon the JF’s departure. But fret not!  There is still one more episode with Bubbles in… Read more ›

It’s no wonder I keep coming back for more. And so begins the season of too much radio. Already way behind and wanting to catch up with you, I’ll do all I can to get as much as I can… Read more ›