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 ›

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 ›

Remarkably it works every time. The show starts and within seconds we’ve made the connection and somehow manage to maintain contact no matter how long we go. Each flick of a switch seems sets you aflame, every nudge brings you… Read more ›

How could I do anything other than sparkle when you’re around?   The way we frolic together would make anyone glisten. That glint when you’re watching makes me bubble up with the silliness that causes that twinkle. And after all… Read more ›

Someday?  Don’t I mean every single Saturday night? Of course I do.  Every week I show up at the stroke of 11pm eastern looking for you. And that’s when the fondling begins.  I try to feel you up to assess… Read more ›

We seem to get to the show hungry every week. I know I can’t even hardly wait for you to get settled in before I start spreading out that smorgasbord of silliness for you.  I put it all out on… Read more ›

We’ve had our fair share of cheese at Bubbles in the Think Tank over these many years. But that doesn’t mean we haven’t enjoyed every bit of it. Some times we’re a little salty like a feta, yet we crumble… Read more ›

I just go go go. You think to yourself that there is no way, no way, that she could keep on going. Yet somehow, I keep keeping on. But that’s usually because you’re there helping me. I get a little… Read more ›