Weekday improvement with Preston and Steve

My weekday mornings just got a whole lot better. Thanks to SuperD, I stumbled upon the iPhone app for my favorite (but now out of listening range) radio station and morning show- Preston and Steve on WMMR 93.3 out of Philadelphia. I am ecstatic- Bizarre Files, Science Day, LOST discussions- YES, they're all streaming right to my iPhone as I type. If you've never listened to this radio show and you have a somewhat twisted sense of humor, you seriously need to tune in. It's hilarious.

No iPhone or iPod (really???)? Just catch the streaming audio from the WMMR website. Your coworkers might look at you a little funny as you guffaw to yourself (how funny are spreadsheets, really?), but at least your Office Space morning will be a little more amusing.

It's a small thing, but it really helps drown out my obnoxious coworker in the cubicle next door.

With a cluck-cluck here and a cluck-cluck there...

In my boredom, I managed to concoct another semi-crazy idea. I want some chickens. Four chickens, actually. Live ones. SuperD thinks I'm nuts, and although he admits it's a good idea, he seems to think I won't take care of the chickens.

This idea sprouted from an article I read in one of my favorite magazines, Sunset, a magazine about life in the west. It's all very fashionably outdoorsy and stylishly crunchy. I get the northern California edition by default, which is almost perfect since it's close enough to southern California. To me, having chickens and growing a garden (these days, who wouldn't want to know exactly where their food comes from) is all part of the sustainable, handmade indie artisan lifestyle.

So, I want some chickens and I've already named them. Ready for this? My future feathered egg-layers are Dorothy, Rose, Blanche and Sophia. In case you don't recognize those names, just run a google search for The Golden Girls. And SuperD is wrong. I would take care of the chickens (and keep Thing 1 and Thing 2 from eating them, although we may need some assistance from Dog Whisperer, Cesar Millan on that one).