Oh, the rhythm. I know you hear it.  You listen so closely. Sometimes I notice that you even turn off all other distractions so you can hear each beat as it comes. I love to hear it, too.  And I… 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 ›

You know how much I travel for work.  But the whole time I’m gone, I’m just thinking about what I’m going to say to you next. I say things to you in so many different ways.  Sometimes I speak directly… 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 ›

I thought I had it all figured out. I’d been doing this show for years and years.  Then you started listening. And even though it doesn’t sound like that should change anything, it changed everything. New sounds  sounded right to… 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 ›

Some of us Think Tank types have been known to stay up late on occasion. We all have our own ways of coping with the situation.  A late night chat, getting into the car for adventure, or by just trying… Read more ›

I get so excited about the show.  And you being with me there. You give me ideas.  Many of which I am lucky enough to act upon.  Others, well, I just have to imagine what I’d do about them. But… Read more ›

After being with you every week, I just can’t seem to keep it to myself how much I enjoyed it. I try really hard not to keep gushing it at you over at the Bubbles in the Think Tank Facebook… Read more ›

Sometimes even the most uncomfortable chair can be the most cozy as long as you’re in it with me. We’ve certainly been in some challenging spots together on the show.  Places where I didn’t think we’d ever be able to… Read more ›

My fingers stay so busy during the show. I type.  I poke.  I make air quotes. I prod.  I point.  I let my fingers do the walking. I count.  I cross.  I burn my fingers. But what’s my favorite thing… Read more ›

I don’t always engage in the most healthy activities while I wait that long long time each week until I get to see you again. I do what I have to do not to find myself brooding over how long… Read more ›

We talk about it every week.  About how much we like each other.  And what we plan to do about it. And, every week, it feels momentous.  I do worry and fret about whether or not I can give you… Read more ›

Sometimes the show is as snuggly as bed to me. You’re there, after all. But it comforts me like being under the covers.  Sometimes I manage to slip right in and you don’t even notice when it happens.  It lets… Read more ›

Sometimes by the end of a full evening doing Bubbles in the Think Tank, I feel positively weak.  I’m spent from a night lingering over your silly needs. I do long to assure that all of your hopes are realized… Read more ›

Last night was one of those nights. One of those nights where there was just no way I was ever going to get enough of you. One of those nights where you kept begging me for more.  And I wanted… Read more ›

Even after 4 whole hours of radio, you still want me. The time swooshes by like hours are mere minutes even though we somehow manage to do things we’ve never done before. I can’t say no when I’m asked to… Read more ›

The all important K sound gets us every time. It’s the cataclysm of the caress. The coda of the cuddle. A consummation of the copulation. Maybe even the culmination of the coition. Anything to prevent the swan song of the… Read more ›

You were wishing for what was on your mind. I was dreaming about what was on mine. So much happened to choose from.  I don’t see any way that we couldn’t have connected somehow. Could it have been Fred our… Read more ›

Just how many times can I reference “You, the listener” anyway? You know I like to invoke you whenever I can. To utter your “name” arouses me to the fact you’re really there with me. To vocalize your presence reminds… Read more ›

Fools flock to Bubbles in the Think Tank. And by flock I mean that they show up to program a radio show for you every Saturday night. I know, that sounds like a harsh self-assessment.  So I decided that I… Read more ›

The show gets me all carried away sometimes. I get caught up in the moment, in the chance to be as close as I can be without being anywhere near. I can be in the car with you, in the… Read more ›

I’m spinning right now.  And I like it. And when I get to spinning, I reach out for you to steady me. Or is it to spin me faster? I always was one for a turntable that played 78s. http://bubblesinthethinktank.com/2010/08072010.mp3Podcast:… Read more ›

With Belinda doing two shows in one weekend, you know some content is going to rub up against itself. In this case, your standard episode of Bubbles in the Think Tank EAST was easily maneuvered by the remainder of our… Read more ›

You know things heat up anytime that January Fairy and Belinda get together. But it’s not just us doing it…you’re a big part of it. Just look at how you were working us up: “Oh my god, you girls are… Read more ›

Sure, I was sounding a little ragged by the end of the show, but what a show it was. The sheer force of good times being had by an lively lot of listeners is enough to power me through my… Read more ›

Ruth Wallis has a way of diverting any episode of Bubbles in the Think Tank. It’s no secret what I fan I am of the bawdy broads of the 50s and 60s, when all you needed was somebody playing the… Read more ›