R A D H O L E

It's Thursday which means RADcast

Where do we go from here?

http://www.blogtalkradio.com/radhole

Have we reached the pinnacle of RADcast? NO! Join Russ and Matt as they stumble and bumble and whistle through another exciting show full of surprises, callers, games, prizes, karaoke and so much more. Including yaks and sammiches and butter.

Date / Time: 11/29/2007 8:30 PM MOUNTAIN TIME
Category: Comedy
Call-in Number: (646) 915-9516

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Me in the dark

Crying at the camera in the dark, deep in the throws of depression. Like this but darker.

That is all.

Charlie Brown Hates Me

In my life, there are a few simple pleasures that I enjoy immensely. One of them would be the highly underrated television show “Cavemen.” It’s funny and I get pleasure from it because I am a caveman. The show speaks to me and my people.

At Halloween, “Cavemen” wasn’t shown and “It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown” took its place on the schedule. I wasn’t that distraught, because it had pumpkins in it. At Thanksgiving, “Cavemen” wasn’t on because they aired “A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving.”

But tonight, a month away from Christmas, “Cavemen” wasn’t show and they aired “A Charlie Brown Christmas” instead. What the hell? Christmas is almost a month away! It’s still November!

Do they have to air this particular Charlie Brown show now to save airtime for the real holiday December classics of “Rankin-Bass’ Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer” and “Frosty the Snowman?” No wonder “Cavemen” has shitty ratings. Filthy networks. Filthy Charlie Brown. I will wait for “Cavemen” on DVD.

The Brief of Me

"I am lard, hear my gristle!" -- Russ Dale

I enjoy playing the harmonica, listening to music, gardening, following manned space flight, fishing, hanging out with friends, cooking, BBQing, spending time with family, writing and many other neat things. Things like what? Oh space, Mars, Moon, NASA, Apollo, Mercury, Gemini, Orion, ESA, comics, books, movies, scanning, reading, skipping, dancing, star gazing, astronomy, regression, lard, lubby, writing, comedy, youtube, video, acting, improv, geology, lunar geology, history, archaeoastronomy, writing, adventure, strolling, sitting in silence, telling jokes, smiling, sharing, leaping and being. Yes I said archaeoastronomy. Fear me.

I wouldn't mind becoming a space tourist one day. If I had a spare 20 million cash, I would go to the International Space Station to perform scientific experiments of my own design. RADhole is a showcase for my talent. Go Broncos. I also like photojournalism, telescopes, carbon nanotube composites, time travel, Guinness, Scotch, chick flicks, comedy, Jello, biscuits and gravy, sundresses, picnics, fishing, wine, garlic and grilled cheese.

I live in the Denver. I am alive. I roam. I am nice. I try to live life to the fullest, learning and experiencing new things almost daily. I am an adventurer. I want to go tubing. I am simple, in a sophisticated sorta way. Unfortunately I am a genius and most people do not understand hat and/or shun me. It makes me weep. Yes I weep. I admit it. Look away! I am boring. My powers are beyond most people's comprehensions. I am a Denver historian and space buff amateur rocket scientist. I am a gardener, a farmer in the city with an urban pumpkin patch. I'm quirky. I have opinions. I'm a laid back warrior. I'm a word crafter. I like mystery. I like 'Fantasia.' I like butter. I like rambling. I like burnt popcorn. I like the symphony. I like culture. I like glasses. I like taupe. I am a loner but not really. I speak German. I have a twin sister. I have a wicked crazy sense of humor in a dry sorta funny way. My ethnicity, for those who care: German, Swiss, English, Scottish, American.

I do like to travel, although I have never been out of the USA. I have seen the world's largest ball of twine roadside attraction and let me tell you, it is breathtaking.

Oh there is blessed musik! I have a ear for sound: U2, Derek and the Dominos, U2, Billy Gibson, Junkyardmen, Tori Amos, Tool, Sam Cooke, Johnny Cash, classical, Tuvan throat chants, The Ramayana Monkey Chant, U2, Genesis, Peter Gabriel, The Freddy Jones Band, Tenacious D, Toad the Wet Sproket, The Velvet Underground, TV on the Radio, Rhonda Vincent, Kenny Rogers, Julia Othmer, Skapegoat, Frankie Valli & the Four Seasons, Etta James, Better than Ezra, Jimmy Scott, Bluesbreakers with Eric Clapton, Angelo Badalamenti, Deep Forest, Talib Kweli, Native American, jazz, blues, blues rock, LaTour, Fiona Apple, Radiohead, Tarantella, Bad Luck City, The Duhks, The Clicks, Railbenders, Björk, Sting, The Police, Luciano Pavarotti, Meatloaf, U2, Moby, No Doubt, Catchers, Atmosphere, Immortal Technique, Hank Williams, Enigma, Delerium, Felix Mendelssohn, Brenda Lee. Miles Davis. Bessie Smith. Thelonious Monk, pop, blue grass, swing, Techno/Trance, Rockabilly, Colorado Symphony and Grunting with Russ Master, my new band.

Television is the idiot box. I hate it. But, if forced too, I have spied a few shows in my day: Seinfeld, NASA TV, Mr. Wizard's World, Twin Peaks, MST3k, Police Squad, Rescue Me, The Sopranos, From the Earth to the Moon, Band of Brothers, Scrubs, The Simple Life, Arrested Development, Cavemen, Reaper and NASA TV.

Movies? Oh yes. There is Back to the Future, Bubba Hotep, Zapped!, Crumb, Ghost World, The Seventh Seal, Seven Samarui, The Adventures of Buckaroo Banzai, Dune, foreign films, some B-Movies, Apollo 13, October Sky and so many more.

I like directors David Lynch, Stanley Kubrick, Akira Kurosawa, Martin Scorsese, Jean-Pierre Jeunet, Oliver Stone, Richard Donner, Steven Spielberg and Kevin Smith.

The written word. Yes, yes! Classics. English lit, American lit, books, words, Native American Studies. I read a lot. Some of my favorite books are: The Case for Mars by Robert Zubrin, Failure Is Not an Option: Mission Control from Mercury to Apollo 13 and Beyond by Gene Kranz, The Unbroken Chain (Apogee Books Space Series) by pad leader Guenter Wendt, Flight: My Life in Mission Control by Christopher C. Kraft, Yeager : An Autobiography by Chuck Yeager, The Monuments of Mars: A City on the Edge of Forever (5th Edition) by Richard C. Hoagland, Mere Christianity by CS Lewis, space/astronomy books, My Life by Bill Clinton, The Quickening: Today's Trends, Tomorrow's World by Art Bell, Jennifer L. Osborne, Twixt Will and Will Not: The Dilemma of Measure for Measure by Carolyn Harper

Customer Service is NOT Number 1

spinning

the Hunger

I bet ya this makes you hungry:

Doh, that's Christmas! Happy Thanksgiving. Think of me as I am working per usual.

1 Year of RADcast

The hiatus is over and Thanksgiving marks the 1-year anniversary of RADcast on Blogtalkradio. Last year's Thanksgiving was the 1st show and now we're back for a frolic scrum of Thanksgiving delight and wonder. Welcome. Enjoy.

1 Year of RADcast
Thursday November 22, 2007
08:30 PM Mountain Time
Call-in number: 646-915-9516

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24 years

Miss ya dad.

Happy Birthday to Me

and my sis

32.

Some birthday celebration pics here.

The Denver

He are murder

I oft dream to associate with the likes of Boss Hog of “Dukes of Hazzard” fame. Ever since I was a little chap, I have always hallucinated of sporting a white suit and hat, driving a Cadillac and smoking cigars. I would chase down pesky evildoers in a rural community of intrigue and political shadiness. My pockets would be lined with cash monies and I would have scores of people to do my bidding.

Boss Hog's bitter, black heart pumped with the sap of evil. The Boss was an unsightly man who never amounted to anything but exuded a grace for stupidity.

Confessions of a Former Glostiksai

Glowsticking is the art of dancing with glowsticks. I wouldn’t call it an artform. I admit it looks cool from a distance and even cooler when one looks on as a casual observer in a drug-enduced stupor state of altered mind while techno music makes the ears bleed in the background.

I am a former glowsticker, a certified master Glostiksai (pronounced glow-stick-say), one who twirled the glowsticks at raves and electronica dance clubs in the early 1990s, some of the parties raging all night long! For fun. Yes I had fun doing it. I can destroy the dance floor. I can spin those glowsticks. Call me Russ Glostiksai and bow to me.

I was the best light-oriented dancer of my time, with fans from all over the club scene getting moist upon seeing my moves. Both freehand glowsticking and glowsticking with strings was what I had mastered. I prefer freehand glowsticking yo. I never used the primitive figure-eight move followed by circle using both strong and slow lights. Hell no! I had more ellaborate moves; a swagger, a strut. My stage name was PappieMasterGlowStickster and that blessed name should strike fear and admiration in your mind if you are a true Raver because scores of young men and women of the 90’s would encircle me to watch in hazy delight as I did my thing.

I am quailfied to speak out against glowsticking. Now is the time for me to break my silence.

I helped write the Ravers Manifesto. That’s right, I helped write the smutty laughable Ravers Manifesto while I was in a peyote-educed haze in 1991. Ravers across the globe love it and worship it and wonder who wrote it. They are perplexed by the wordage, tear off their club clothes and speculate what anonymous person penned it. I finally come clean. Finally Ravers can rejoice! 1st round of ecstasy, LSD and ketamine on me!

The Manifesto was once a reciting requirement for Ravers. When at the map point deciphering when and where the DJ will be spinning at the shanty warehouse and upon confrontation, if one shouted: “Tell me the Raver’s Manifesto,” the Raver is supposed to stop dancing and twirling their glowsticks, turn down the technoy bass, silence the group fornication, drop their baggy pants and be bound to recite it in a passionless monologue as if they were blowing mentholated vapours into the nose, mouth and eyes of an unsuspecting recipient! Extra bonus kudos were given if they burbled bile simultaneously due to the copious drugs they were on.

“Our politics of choice is NONE!” I snort with laughter and embarrassment that I had a hand in writing that crap. “We are the MASSIVE!” Please. I take it all back.

I have veiled myself in trenches and in dirty underbrush hiding from the authorities for years, and now I have resurfaced to speak out. I’m now against the filthy glowsticking. I have seen so many horror shows in my raving days, mixing with urchins of the night and their grubby ways. I know DJs. I know vinyl-spinners. I know dancers and glowstickers and drug dealers and filthy filth. Raves are rife with gang activity, rape, robbery and drug-related offenses!

Now I mock it all. I now choose to glowstick with the real dangerous shit, like fire and flame.

Shadow Boxer

Feel the power...

I Poach to RADcast

I get a whole lot of wacky emails. This is one of the best:

TO: R.A. Dale (flight0001@hotmail.com)
FROM: MARLEY P. JACOBS (poachy_stew1959@XXXXXX.org)
SUBJECT: I Poach to RADcast

Dear Mr. Dale:

I’m a poacher ya see, one who poaches. It’s my trade and I’m not talkin’ poachin’ eggs. It's wildlife or plants that I poach and I make a pretty hefty living off it. Which is why I am writing you this email. I know you and your RADcast co-host Matt fish and enjoy the out-of-doors, but have you ever thought of joining the poaching ranks?

I have no hunting or fishing license. “The Essence of The Poach” is my manual, a hand woven tale, a code, my code; I don’t cater to fish and game rules! I don’t find shame in using a 15 million candlepower spotlight to stunparalyze a mule deer buck walking across a light-industrial lot before I draw my sights down and smite it’s life away in horrific and booming glory.

Many hours do I spend poaching in almost silence, surrounded by nature and the elements, The Great Spirit with me. I carry a ritual blade and an MP3 player. Your RADcast keeps me company. I download it every week.

I wanted to praise your show unlike the praise I receive for the artful poach in which I partake day in and day out. Praise in my circle sounds like:

“Damn buster you just poached that bad boy!” McFarley shouts.

My only everytime reply, “Shit son I love poaching.”

Inspirational is the RADcast. Keep up the good work.

Poaaching for coin in Iowa,

Marley P. Jacobs
Mt. Pleasant, Iowa

Ambassador of Exploration lunar sample

Seeing a true American hero at the Denver Museum of Nature and Science was a delightful treat.

On Saturday November 10, 2007, the Ambassador of Exploration Lunar Sample was awarded to Colorado native Scott Carpenter, a Sealab aquanaut, one of NASA’s original Mercury Seven astronauts and the second American man to orbit the Earth in May of 1962.

Doug Cooke, the Deputy Associate Administrator for the Exploration Systems Mission Directorate, on behalf of NASA Administrator Michael Griffin, awarded Carpenter the lunar sample. The moon rock, encased in Lucite, is over 4 billion years old and was collected on the surface of the moon in 1972 by the crew of Apollo 17.

This piece of the moon, an inspiration to the next generation of explorers who will venture back to the moon, Mars and beyond, will be on permanent public display in DMNS’s Space Odyssey.

I even asked Carpenter a question during the presentation.

Ambassador of Exploration Lunar Sample

A Man and His Muu Muu

A man in an orange muu muu gets mistaken as an employee at Home Depot.

tags: muumuu, man, homedepot, employee, brick, denver, colorado, mistakenidentity, apron, gardening

ISS Flyover

In the early morning, the International Space Station Alpha flies over Washington Park in Denver, Colorado.

A Triumph!

STS-120, a triumph for NASA and all mankind. Congrats to Discovery, Pam and crew for their safe return home!

HI-REZ VERSION HERE

Astronaut Scott Carpenter to be honored

Finally an event where I can wear my suit!

NASA is honoring Colorado native Scott Carpenter, a Sealab aquanaut, one of NASA’s original Mercury Seven astronauts and the 2nd man to orbit the Earth, as an Ambassador of Exploration on November 10 here in Denver.

Carpenter will be presented with a lunar sample collected on the surface of the moon in 1972 by the crew of Apollo 17. This piece of the moon, encased in Lucite and mounted for public display, is an inspiration to the next generation of explorers who will go back to the moon, Mars and beyond! It will be on permanent loan to the Denver Museum of Nature & Science in Space Odyssey. EXCITING!

The event is sold out but I know people.

Pig Fucker

Because there is a Hollywood writer's strike, maybe now my "Feasting with Weenis" script will get made!

--
ACT THREE
SCENE B

INT. WEENIS HOUSE – EARLY EVENING
(BO, TODD)

BO AND TODD PREPARE TO WATCH THE EVENING NEWS.

BO
I'm ruined. I've been an anonymous food critic all these years and now my cover's been blown. Everybody in town will see me in that news report.

TODD
Why did you sign the image release?

BO
I didn't. Evidently I'm a public figure so I have no control.
(Pointing to the television)
It's on!

They watch the news report. All the people in the background are wearing Scurvies.

KATHY LIEBERPOOL
In an amazingly bizarre story from the People's Festival today, local food critic Bo Weenis was assaulted during our interview for owning a pet pig named Dinner. The assailant, from a Boulder Colorado vegetarian animal rights group, cursed Weenis seconds before tossing a raw egg in his face. Our News 3 cameraman captured it all on video.

BO (ON TV)
I'm also an inventor Miss Lieberpool.
(looks directly into the camera)
And my Scurvies are for everyman and everywoman to wear with blissful pride.

An egg smashes BO in the face.

OS VOICE
PIG FUCKER!

BO (ON TV)
That’s slander! Someone threw an egg in my face! Did you see it? An egg. In my face! No pictures please. This interview is over.

BO shields himself from the camera.

KATHY LIEBERPOOL
Weenis, President of Weenis Unlimited, did not file charges against the assaulter. I even picked up a pair of his comfortable Scurvies myself. Scurvies aside, it looks like Weenis' critic anonymity has ended. The story is just beginning. This is Kathy Lieberpool, Channel 3 news at the People's Festival, back to you in the studio.

The story freeze-frames on the angry image of BO, raw egg dripping from his face. BO turns off the television.

BO
I'll be forever known as the critic who got hit in the face with an egg. That's unacceptable.

TODD
You're a recognized celebrity now. At least your Scurvies were a big hit!

BO
What kind of an animal rights activist throws an egg at an innocent? It's an unborn chicken!
(shaking his fist)
Chicken killer!

Homeless Prophet's Gravy Fog

This makes me chuckle with glee and delight.

beyond_the_veil

As the veil between worlds grows thin and the daylight grows short, I was invited to experience an enchanted evening of Middle Eastern & Tribal Fusion dance and Music at The BUG Theatre in Denver. Primavera Productions in collaboration with BOHEMIAN ARTISTS GUILD.

kara nomadica rocks!
www.karanomadica.com

Solar Array Fix

This EVA is intense! Mission news. It's all about Robotics and human engineering today!

Pumpkin Rot Weather Test Day 2

Pumpkin Rot Weather Test Day 2

Cheater!

I’m anxious. The withdrawals are starting. I write these words to keep the hands busy. The fidgets.

The hatred wells inside me. Like the Dark Side unleashed. I will spew the words. I will spit the bile and words from my frothing smoke-free mouth.

I have wanted to get this off my chest for a long, long time.

1.) MELT – Why did you have to cheat off me in 9th grade science class back in 1991!? I knew all the answers and basic equations in Chemistry. You knew only how to make gunpowder. I saw your head leaning awkwardly to cheat off my page so filthily. I saw you copying word-for-word my essay questions about making aspirin and bunsen burner ethics and safety goggle ways. If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have graduated high school and subsequently college. You’re grubby, sullied, cheating ways continue to this day, especially with the Fantasy Football Droog Gridiron Challenge 2007. Cheater!