Mamamontezz's Mental Rumpus Room

Such an Offer!

I had the most amazing thing happen to me Monday night. Minds out of the gutter, please...

When I am at home blogging, I like to either have the news on in the background, or I listen to talk radio. it's almost always interesting and I can glean all manner of goodies for posting here. It's a veritable plethora of blog-fodder, as it were.

Last night was no different than most, with me at the computer, the spousal unit in front of the television engaged in a situation comedy, and the princess doing homework between excursions into the backyard for muddy Rottweiler wrestling. The radio is on and tuned to local talk, Greg Browning at WXNT 1430am.

Well, let me tell you right now that Mr. Browning was on a tear. He was all over the humiliation torture story coming out of Iraq. And something one of his callers said struck a nerve, so I did something just a tad out of character for me (being that I'm such a shy and private individual) and sent Mr. Browning an email. And damned if he didn't respond. On the air. Said my name wrong, but who doesn't?

I almost ruined a perfectly good keyboard with the Diet Coke I was drinking.

Did I ever tell you I have to be the one to always have the last word? Always? As difficult as that may be to believe, it's true, so I fired of another email to him just to see what would happen, and this time included the URL for this humble little place. And lo and behold, he did it again. And just as nice as could be, he apologized for mispronouncing my name and went on to say that he had looked at my site and...

And...

And he said he would like to have me on his show as a guest in his soon to start segment, the Hot Seat.

I'll be damned. Just dip me in sausage gravy and toss me to the rednecks.

Funniest thing about this is that for months I've been telling the spousal unit that I would just love to spend an hour in studio with this guy. I've never done anything like that, never had much of a desire to after a near catastrophe in high school during a mass media class which we will not go into here. I still have nightmares. But this guy just sounds like such an instigator, such a brat, such a Fun Guy that I have wanted to call up and ask if he were taking applications for fat, obnoxious, middle-aged, menopausal interns, because I'm all over that.

Mr. Browning, the ball is in your court. Just make sure there's a coffee pot on. And I don't want some abbreviate, Indians-Game-Preemption, short show, either. Just make sure you know at all times where "The Button" is, and keep a pretty firm grasp on it. I'm a bit like you in that regard. I have to work pretty hard to keep that filter up and running.

Posted by Mamamontezz at May 5, 2004 12:24 AM