The Adam Carolla Show is gone, back to classic Loveline.

For the past few years I have woke up every morning, plugged my Zune in and hopped off the take a shower.  While in the shower, the Zune software would start up and automatically start downloading my favorite podcasts that would get me through the day.  I enjoy the sounds of Indiefeed, Skeptoid, The Onion Radio News, Clark Howard and most importantly, The Adam Carolla Show every day while sitting at my desk hammering keys and clicking away like a good little techie nerd.

Well, my days just became a little less entertaining after yesterday.   The radio station that hosted Carolla’s show, 97.1 FM Talk in Los Angeles, has gone the way of the Dodo and changed over to another Top 40 Hits station.

For a guy like me, who lives and works in and around Atlanta/Metro Atlanta, podcasts are my only source of decent and engaging radio. Here in the ATL it’s all either County or Hip Hop.  You’re either a cow boy or a gangsta around these parts!  Sure, there are a few rock stations, but they’d only satisfy the most brain dead, musically shallow of us.  If you want to envision what it’s like to listen to a typical, Atlanta FM rock station, you only need to load about 20 songs on your MP3 player and set it to shuffle. Heres a sample of what you’ll need to match their expansive catalog:

The 70′s: Stairway to Heaven,  Hotel California  and Free Bird. The 80′s: Welcome to the Jungle, Sweet Child of Mine and Back in Black. The 90′s: Jeremy, Interstate Love Song and maybe NIN’s Closer if it’s an edgy rock station.  And Today!: Something from 3 Doors down, Trapt or one of those other poser bands.

Why does every damn station in this damn town play music from “The 70′s, 80′s, 90′s and today”?  I am not exaggerating.  There are maybe four rock stations in this town and they all basically play the exact SAME THING! And the morning shows are simply abysmal.  You’d think Atlanta was home to some of the dumbest white honkey hicks and fat lipped negroes in the country! It’s almost as if the phone screeners just look for idiots to put on the phones. I simply can’t tolerate it. We really aren’t that stupid around here… I hope.

So I have turned to gathering my own tunes and talk radio off the net in the form of Podcasts and downloaded MP3s.  So far it’s been awesome. Screw traditional radio, I’ll listen to my shows when I want, pause and resume them at my leisure and skip the commercials in most cases.

Adam Carolla’s show being cancelled is simply another example of what’s wrong with the  music and radio industry. It’s all turned to crap. There are no more niche shows or programming. Now they all take the approach of throwing out a big net and nabbing as many ears as they can. Well, I think you guys have over fished the pond and more and more of us are going away and not coming back to listen. I can’t remember the last time I actually turned my radio on. Screw all of you.  When they shut down 99x here in Atlanta about a year ago, that was the last straw!  To hell with FM radio.

While I wait for Carolla to land on his feet and start up a new show, I’m going to start a podcast feed out of this site featuring classic Loveline from 1999 up until his departure from the show.  I’ve got 40 gigs of this stuff to burn through. I’ll upload more and more as I listen to it. Feel free to subscribe to the feed if you want to add it to your podcast software of choice. I don’t have many readers, so I don’t fear server overload too much. But if it does become an issue, I’ll expect all of you to start hitting up some of those google ads to help me out!

If you’re interested in the torrent, you can grab it here!

UPDATE! Carolla is about to launch his own personal podcast. Check it out here: http://carollaradio.com/.

Because the Loveline collection is so massive, I’m holding off on posting it from my server. Download the torrent if you want the recordings. I’ll be seeding it for months.

Join in on the fun!

Do a Google image search on midgets and you’ll find tons of disturbing, mini, fun sized filth. Click the link and check it out for yourself!

A while back I received a forwarded email about the great bar sport of Midget Tossing. The game captivated me. I found myself wishing I could become a midget for one night (but only one since midgets are scary looking) so I could participate in the event. I wanted to get hammered, drape myself in a Velcro Superman costume and be thrown onto a big, fuzzy wall.

Like every other junk email reading American in the world, I fired up Google and immediately did a search for images of midgets. Turns out that was a badchoice. Immediately tons of midget porn shots popped up in the results. Page after page, I found images of midget women indulging themselves with penises as long and tall as their tiny bodies. A search for dwarf tossing returned one result of a little hot midget chick licking butt hole (get it, tossing as in tossing salad!) As intrigued as I was, I left my viewing to a quick peek show and closed the browser after a few page views. The last thing I needed was to get fired for looking at midget porn at work.

So a few days went by, nothing was said and I figured no one noticed what I had stumbled on to at work. Then Friday afternoon came… my boss buzzed my phone and asked me into his office. I immediately began freaking out inside.

Most people appear to have very one sided relationships with their boss. Anytime mine has ever called me (or anyone I suspect) into his office, it’s not to congratulate me on a job well done or give me a pat on the back, it’s rarely to outline a new project he wants me to work on and seldom is it to discuss a new idea or pass a proposal by me. Every time my boss has ever called me into his office, it was because I was in some kind of trouble. And getting called into his office on a Friday afternoon could only mean one thing, my ass was grass. My goose was cooked. I was being fired.

During my first year in the work force, completely green, inexperienced and literally right out of college, I had to learn a few rookie lessons.  Innocent comments and small jokes made in emails (even emails you didn’t necessarily write) can be damning. Even a personal website like this one can be damning, which is why it’s ever important to never name your work place, or write directly about anyone you work with in a negative light!

I learned quickly as a rookie employee that 1st Amendment rights, comedic satire and baseless accusations take a backseat to an overweight female with low self esteem and too much time on their hands. Baseless accusations still have to be pursued when they arise, which is why if I walked into my bosses office today and said Jimmy down the hall sexually harassed me by the coffee machine, he’d have to reprimand Jimmy. It’s a sad fact of life.

Needless to say, I’ve since decided to wise up and start flying under the radar. I ceased all email correspondence to co-workers that was not business related and limited water cooler talk to a simple hello and goodbye. I am sad to say that I have learned the corporate world can be a cold, humorless place.

Now here I am, Friday afternoon sitting in the chair directly across from my boss. He’s on the phone with someone and I am fidgeting with my wedding ring, anxiously wondering why I’m here. I quickly ran through the various scenarios mentally as I waited to be addressed:

“What could I have done,” I thought, “Did I sexually harass someone? Did I tell another bad joke or send a bad email? Nope, none of that is possible. I’m never late. I’ve made all my deadlines… Oh crap! MIDGET PORN!” I had figured it out. I was getting fired for looking at midget porn.

My boss hung up the phone, “Peavey, I was looking over your performance review and I noticed a few things that needed to be changed a bit. Sign here so I can turn it into HR.” I looked at him almost dumbfounded. “Oh, I’m not in trouble? Alright, where do I sign?”

Whew! Disaster averted. Peavey lives to fly another day.

I must admit though, later that night I did masturbate to some of those midgets. Just kidding, those little Oompa Loopas freak me out.  That one pic I uncovered of the midget tossing salad nearly made me toss my cookies.

Check out the link to the left to download the jingle as an MP3. It makes an awesome ring tone!

“für sicheres mein nigga”

One of my instructors pointed us to his personal website where we could download class materials and I started having a look around. It turns out that in addition to being a programmer he’s also a talented poet. Here’s a little nugget of literary excellence for your reading pleasure!

Thanks for the inspiration Mr. Salhaney. Perhaps through the wonders of artificial intelligence Johnny Five may indeed one day become ALIVE!

Artificial Intelligence

I have a little robot.
I built him by myself.
And ‘though I know him inside out,
I know he’s not an elf.

He has no brain
or fingers, nimble.
If I don’t watch,
He’ll take a tumble.

To create a brain
Would be a feat.
But brains AND feet
Would be more neat.

Arms and graspers
I can add.
Kits of sensors
Can be had.

Gears and motors,
Wires and string!
Small projectiles
He can fling.

So, with great inventiveness,
He will bring much happiness.

But, will wisdom
E’re be found?
As he rolls
Along the ground.

Great computer brains
Have bytes and Mips.
But, will we find understanding
In the chips?

Only God gives wisdom;
Understanding, too.
Look to Him
For guidance, true.

Written by Wayne Salhany and posted on the web on January 30, 2007. 

This poem was copied in it’s entirety from HERE!

Check it out HERE!