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 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 ›

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 ›

There’s always oh so many things happening when we get together. It’s an extravaganza of silliness, frequently fronted by my own monodrama (although not this week).  But the spectacle doesn’t end there. I want you to have the aural equivalent… 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 ›

…that Belinda was in rare form…that is, she rarely disappears from doing a Bubbles in the Think Tank, but this night, that was the case. However, the show must go on, and Chuck U. took up the challenge to fill… Read more ›

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 get so excited just thinking about someone else doing it. I say it over and over, year after year, and it’s always true. I know I can do it just fine myself, even if sometimes I do like a… 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 ›

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 ›

You know I’m a real gone gal.  Sometimes more gone than others. But maybe you don’t know that I look different when I’m away.  Even when I get up in the morning on the road and take that first peek… Read more ›

It sounds like part of the better-listening recommendations we offer at Bubbles in the Think Tank. Listen with your headphones.  Listen in the nude.  If you’re going to call, hold your telephone receiver upside down like a microphone so you… Read more ›

It seems like hardly a minute goes by during the week that I don’t find myself thinking about you. What am I going to do for you next? How much longer is it until I get to do it? What… Read more ›

Sometimes you just know when it’s right. Even when you think it should be all wrong. Nothing about the ingredients seem on the surface to be the correct choice.  Or a good match.  Or a sensible selection. Yet, somehow, the… Read more ›

Oh, I could have been in trouble last night.  But I saved myself, and, hopefully, you in the process. You won’t want to miss this archive of Bubbles in the Think Tank EAST.  Needing a soothing salve for my voiceless… Read more ›

Last night took us down one of our favorite paths at Bubbles in the Think Tank East.  The one that examines the love/hate relationship we have with media and its regulation. We love it when it keeps us connected, lets… Read more ›