In this hour the guys covered:

V Miniseries

Should kids read comics?

Orlando Sentinel Blog Contest

80s Commercials

Cure For The Run II, the planning begins!

And so much more!

We have so many people to thank for helping us Saturday at the Cure for the Run! It was very successful and we’ve put pictures up on our Facebook page and also some on the forum.

What also sums up the day pretty damn well is the Central Florida Top 5 video here! I love Willoughby’s water station stop!

If you have pictures or video please post a link here or let us know here how to get ahold of you. Eventually, after we type about it in our blogs, talk about it in a recap on next week’s live show, we’ll be done talking about the Run and starting on next year’s Run! We want to show everyone what a great time they missed.

Thank you again to everyone who came out, donated, spread the word. We love you all!

In this hour, brought to you by HealingRoni Pizza Delivery, I came to a startling realization.

I had just kicked a key member of my show off, and it wasn’t J!

I was struck with the situation, namely, I had just sent Ross packing, he was already out the door, and I knew I had made a mistake. One of my greatest failings (there are many, stick around and try to make a list sometime) is that I rarely consider motive when I am upset. I am great at looking at the world through detached eyes, calmly surmising people and their actions and determining why they do the things they do. Or at least, that is what the tests I took on Spark told me in the nineties.

But when I am angry, miffed, peeved, slighted, insulted, chagrined, embarrassed, threatened, irritated, or pissy, all I see is red. I acted in haste, seeing Ross as out of line, and now what the hell was I going to do? For the first time in SomaCow history, a new show did not start at the top of the hour. I went out of the studio, and found Jen.

She was shocked, confused as to why things had gotten so serious, and she said Ross was already gone. I walked outside, with Mickey and J close behind (it was an opportunity for them to have an unscheduled smoke break, maybe?). I looked down the U of my street, left and right… No Ross. No car. Did he walk? How the hell had he vanished so quickly?

I knew I needed to call him. If I let it go to tomorrow, the bones would set that way, and there would be no repairing the damage done. I whipped out the iPhone, and immediately scanned Twitter.

“it just got real. ON Somacow. – ELROSS”

Well what the hell did THAT mean?

I called Ross.

“Hey, Ross?”

“Hey”

“Where are you?”

“Driving”

I was rapidly losing ground. I knew that if this call ended all jilted and stilted, I’d have to side with my ego, and began the laborious process of walling myself off from Ross. I played back the last year plus of our friendship. Ross and Gary, Ross and Halloween Horror Nights, Ross in a suit atop a bar in downtown Orlando, Ross at my garage sale, buying comics for the kid, and really just assuaging my wife with her pregnancy fears. Ross at dinner, Ross talking to me about impending fatherhood, Ross giving advice on Birthing Centers, Ross giving advice on B4D, Ross shoving us to a tweetup, where we met great peeps. Hours of Ross, handling production, getting guests in and TFO of the studio, calling shows pimping SomaCow, bringing over snacks, bitting with J, giving me shit about smoking because he doesn’t think I should die, Ross at Target, Ross and his many and varied Beard Competitions, Ross Ross Ross.

I couldn’t let him go. So I hatched a plan:

“You can’t leave. There’s Pizza coming.”

I know he saw through it. Mickey, J, Ross and I had a moment, there in that driveway. Why do I sound like Carrie Bradshaw all the sudden?
In this hour, we discussed the Tweetup at Eden at the Enzian, chatted with Etanowitz of the Orlando Sentinel, talked about gay bars, and patched hearts.

Our middle hour this week included various newspaper discussions, magazine discussions, and manly man discussions.

The guys, and all of us live listeners (and now you), were graced this hour by a call-in from Willoughby Mariano from the Orlando Sentinel. Willoughby reports on homicides in the Orlando area. She takes a more personalized approach though, talking to families, friends, really finding out what happened. On top of all that, she turned what we thought was going to be an off-color question by J into an off-color answer! She’s a cool chick. Her blog is here, and you can follow her on twitter, too! Read, and comment on, her blog, it’s at least helping keep newspapers alive, even if online.

Mickey is tired of Maxim, which keeps coming to his door even after the subscription ran out. But they do have celebrity interviews like with Clive Owens, right? And then there’s Monica Potter who, according to J, looks incredibly hot in one picture and fugly in the next (been a while since you’ve heard that word huh?). Geoff also points to Izzie Stevens from Grey’s Anatomy for being the same. What celebrity do you find hot yet not?

And the guys end up talking about their manly man moments this week an hour early. I guess Geoff just couldn’t wait to tell everyone how he moved out the old nasty funk-filled fridge to the curb AND beat the doors off of it! The other guys…well, J had a dogfight…that’s not bad. Mickey licked keys and Ross was beaten up by a con (have you seen his beard?). Hmmm, looks like these guys might need to do some man searching before Friday!

Mickey’s life coaching, as always, words to live by. Never give up.

Enjoy the episode. I know I did. I’m off to help my daughter with her new fascination of getting me to put her up on the couch and then slide head first back off of it. Fun times!

OOH! Speaking of fun times, we have a new forum! Join up if you haven’t already so I can give you your listener leaderboard point.

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In this hour we discussed Orlando’s Tweetup, which was a pretty good initial effort, with 100+ attendees crammed into a bar, laughing, talking, and desperately seeking drinks. Thanks again to Etanowitz of the Orlando Sentinel for setting it all up.

I am not kidding… I met way too many people to list, so I will just randomly toss links at you to enjoy as you listen to this episode:

It was nice to see PeakArts again, and he and his lovely significant other (whose blog you can see here with pics) gave me some sweet keychains containing his art. I hoard them now, but you can swing by his site and check out all his stuff. Got to meet some new neato folks, like:

Ms. Fitzpatrick, of Metromix, who covers music, bars, and clubs downtown here in Orlando.

SirKyle, the shootingnest twitterer I have ever met.

Carlos, of CLOS Photography – He was in radio here in town, then went out and did some TV work, and some campaign work for President Obama.

Marc Middleton and crew of the GrowingBolder.com group were there, shooting video and covering the event. Want to see me on no sleep mid-Atkins? I warn you, it’s scary, but Marc and his Team are not. They are doing great work, and I hope to hear more from them often.

A dude that just travels the entirety of the Earth named Chuck Welch. He lives in Lakeland. Hush, RSilva.

C_Lane, local musician and bar crafter extraordinaire, who may be operating on even less sleep than I.

I spent an incredible few moments talking with a very tiny, very energetic momblogger who threatened to make Mickey and I the best latkes every crafted by a mom. She and I spent a few reminiscing on Ye Olden Orlando and rapidly tossing out food ideas, and I really wish I had more time.

Jen Cook, our News 13 ticker goddess.

The legendary Tom Sorrells, natch.

Plus people from CNN, local internet misfits, Elross, a guy that works in sound engineering who may be able to isolate J’s nasal whine so we can remove it from future episodes, etc… It was pretty awesome.

We sort of flew the flag on a possible April Tweetup involving The Ravenous Pig. Apparently, according the mmsmddsnjdnhe, if you go there on a special day once a month, they cook an entire pig roast dealio. Do not believe Mickey and his strange, awful fetal pig stories, it sounds like it is a really good time.

If you were at the tweetup, and want to post your link to your stuff, please do so in the comments for this episode.

And if you are NOT local, and frankly could give a crap about Twitter, we also talked about a buncha other stuff, and in the next hour, we talk about food for like a whole week. It’s awesome.

We talked quite a bit about our sushi charitywater.org tweetup, dubbed the Unofficial Twestival. For those of you that do not use Twitter, basically a bunch of short-winded creative-types got together and drank and ate. It’s what humans do best. Mickey and I had a blast meeting cool people, and J is more than a little miffed that he “wasn’t invited”. Since I have now spent two whole paragraphs vaguely referring to our NEXT meetup, let’s see what he Eeyores about next week.

So, we talked about our new Twitter friends (seriously, Peakarts.com, people), and took a call from Etan as he boarded a flight to stand best man for his brother in Atlanta. By the end of our show, He had messaged that Atlanta lost their luggage. Like, the whole plane? What the hell is going on these days with the airlines? No cash, no maintenance, shoddy customer service, paying for baggage that they then lose… If you aren’t leaping continents, next time, consider driving. I did the math, and if Etan spent 1 hour in traffic to the airport, 1 hour getting through baggage claim, 30 minutes taxiing, 2 hours flying (cause the damned airlines ALWAYS fly slow now), 1 hour claiming false-baggage, 1 hour standing in line trying to find out why his stuff was lost, and then 1 hour assumed getting from the airport to where he was heading?

That’s like 47 hours. It only takes 8 to drive to Hotlanta from Jamlando. Look it up, money.

We also enjoy the company of Iceman in studio. He’s overcome with our twitter nerdocity, and saves his chances for ever getting laid by a member of the opposite sex by remaining quiet for now.

If anyone has been to the Ravenous Pig, do let me know more, would you? Thanks!