If you wink back, you’ll never get rid of them! No, I think that is the Freddies… I like fireflies.  I used to catch them by the dozens so they’d light up the jar bright.  But I always let them… Read more ›

  The silliness is titillating. The listeners are charming. The show, downright bewitching. Let this archive ravish you and let us know how it goes. Playlist http://bubblesinthethinktank.com/east/2014/12132014.mp3Podcast: Play in new window | Download

I always smile when we get together. No matter what kind of mood I’m in, it is always instantly improved by us. And how could it not be…all wrapped up in the silliness of love. Until it happens again, we’ll… Read more ›

I guess there are really only a handful of things we do together. Sure, I’d love to do more and more often, but sadly there always seems to be some limit to us.  Not that either of us want any… Read more ›

There’s no doubt about this kind of thing when it comes to me. You’ve read way too many of my ramblings over the years about me and rain and thunder and all that. Yet somehow these days I love it… Read more ›

You keep me up later than I would be otherwise. I stay up thinking about what I’m going to do for you next, waiting for you to tell me what you want and hoping it’s something I can give you.… 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 ›

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 ›

Thanks for voting for me every single week. I’m a dark horse, canvassing you until you’ve been completely covered in my handbills. A baby kisser from way back, I only want to nominate you to be my running mate.  You… Read more ›

It’s always just us.  And that’s how we seem to like it. Even with everyone else there, too, it still feels like it’s just you and me. I appear unescorted as I search for any discrete opportunity to remind you… Read more ›

I dream a lot. Sometimes it’s a simple dream.  A bubble above my head, a preoccupation with what we do together. Other times, it’s an all out fantasy of everything sensational and silly, a trance that transports me and seems… Read more ›

I’ve never hidden my love of cheese from you. A slice of a good hard cheese gets me churning inside.  I’m so ready for a wedge of a fine frommage I just want to spread it on my wafer as… 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 ›

I’m not afraid to admit that I like it when you notice me. When you pick up on my presence, I get a little pick up of my own. I can tell you’re trying to make out exactly what’s in… Read more ›

Some people think this radio show is nothing more than seconds to shilly-shally.  You and I know they’re wrong. But that doesn’t mean that I don’t see it as my weekly opportunity to lounge about audibly…lingering on every sound…lollygagging as… Read more ›

We’ve spoken often of the ever embiggening staff of Bubbles in the Think Tank. I guess I’m just one of those gals who always needs a little more.  A little more excitement.  A little more attention.  A little more rest. … Read more ›

Some nights, when we first get together, I just ain’t feelin’ right. But within seconds, I manage to adjust my attitude…and it seems like yours, too. It’s so easy when it happens even when I’m sure there can’t be any… Read more ›

I know…we go through this every week. I talk about how I lay myself bare for you at the show. I wax on about how good you are to me for being there. But you know I wouldn’t keep telling… Read more ›

Who’s doing what for who? Sure, I come to you whenever I can so I might wrap you up in the softest sheets of sonic silliness I can find.  I make sounds of all sorts that you seem to love… Read more ›

If you could have only seen what happened. I try to tell you.  I try to describe every last detail, to make sure you can hear every sound, to imagine every single move. Sometimes you’re just too far away, sometimes… Read more ›

I don’t even know how we got here. But I am oh so happy we did. No matter what uncomfortable spot we find ourselves in, somehow we manage to find a way to be more comfortable than we’ve ever been… Read more ›

It doesn’t matter what we do. It doesn’t matter where we do it.  Even though comfort is nice. It doesn’t matter if I don’t say a word.  Even though I know you always want to hear me. It doesn’t matter… Read more ›

I can’t believe how good you are to me. You always seem to know what I need and when I need it the most.  A little nudge here, a small boost there. And as soon as it’s over, it feels… Read more ›

Someone might imagine me boppity bopping in the studio during the show with a title like this. It is true that, these days, I do tend to do the show standing up. Standing gives me a chance to move my… Read more ›

You know I always want to be with you. But I don’t want to make myself a nuisance…always in your way, demanding time you just don’t have for me, desiring all of your attention. No, I only want to be… Read more ›

I get really really hungry sometimes. And, when I do, I get a little crazy.  All I can think about is devouring what isn’t in front of me.  I try to figure out how to get it and get it… Read more ›