“WAVE”-ing Goodbye …

Ugh. What a terrible way to start the morning off.

I got in to work and turned the radio on this morning to find that the station I listen to was gone. GONE. Not like someone switched the channel, but gone like the station didn’t exist anymore and had been replaced with a different one.

The station I speak of is 93.3 The Wave, in San Francisco. It played a good mix of what they termed “world music”, but just about anything went. It was nice. I could go almost all day without hearing repeats. I turned the radio on yesterday and was greeted by “The Wave” DJ’s. I turned it on this morning and found myself listening to some soft rock station.

Erm. So, I inspected the radio to make sure that it was set properly and then heard the lady give the station digits as 93.3 KBAY. What the fuck. A little searching online and I found that overnight they switched formats and radio stations. The Wave was out and the quiet rock shit was in. Ugh.

So, for the last few hours I’ve been sitting here listening to Hootie and Elton John. Yay. Let me break out into the white boy dance. Oh yeah, I can’t because you can’t white boy dance to this shit. Someone just kill me now.

Why is it that when stations go kaput, they do it like drug dealers trying to make a big score. They do it overnight, in the middle of the freaking night, when no one is freaking up to hear about it. They don’t talk about it, or give warning … they just pull their shit out and put someone else’s in. It’s disorienting. It’s like going into a parking lot and not finding your car in the spot where you parked it. Damn it to hell.

With that mild nervous breakdown past me … has anyone seen the new commericals for Survivor. Damn. That’s some wicked shit they’re pulling on those folks.

“Hi, get dressed for dinner, because we’re going on a cruise before you get thrown out into the wilderness” Psssssssssssyyyyccch!!!

So, these folks are all dressed up … one guy in a business suit and a girl with no panties go on this boat to find out they have to jump overboard and whatever they are wearing is what they get to bring to Survivor. Dude. So this girl won’t have panties for her entire stay on the island and the guy will only have his suit. Hope those loafers are comfortable.

I think, as soon as Survivor called me to tell me that I was going to be on … I’d be dressed in full military survival mode. I’d have one of those jackets that you pull a string and it turns into a life jacket and my pants would have made of pockets. Shit, I’d be wearing a watch that was secretly a cell phone.

Damn … this is gonna be good.