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That sounds like a naughty headline, but it isn't what you think.
In a continuing struggle to get out of bed in the morning, Chou and I have resorted to putting the CBC on the clock radio in the morning. This is actually an extremely effective way to get me out of bed. The news is usually the first thing that comes on. Intelligent conversation and things worth thinking about are hard to justify whacking the snooze button for. You can listen and learn, and generally there isn't annoying commercial content or music to put you back to sleep or justify the snooze. Just when the news is starting to wrap up, comes the kicker.
The Kicker is this radio newscaster called John Handcock, or perhaps its Hancock. Whatever. His cheerful blathering about sports scores and the world of sports - which I loathe - gets me out of bed every time. Just hearing his voice prattling on about the world of professional sports is enough to change my somewhat alert but listening with interest to the news into a flash of anger that propels me out of bed and into the shower.
So yeah - with a name like that, I suppose I should feel some compassion for the fucker. But until he starts rattling off some statistics on something that I don't loathe, I think that guy and his bravado are going to be the thing that either propels me from bed, or whacks the snooze button something awful. The only downside to this shutting down the sports radio talk is that someday I will miss the first announcement that the whole of the NHL has been stricken mortally ill by some kind of antibiotic resistant strain of Jock Itch that causes their testes to explode every time they hear the hockey night in Canada theme music. But being Canada and all, I am sure I will hear it multiple times on the other news stations anyway.
That is, if I am not out there already in the car, blasting the tune from my car speakers.
But hey, at least it gets us out of bed.
In a continuing struggle to get out of bed in the morning, Chou and I have resorted to putting the CBC on the clock radio in the morning. This is actually an extremely effective way to get me out of bed. The news is usually the first thing that comes on. Intelligent conversation and things worth thinking about are hard to justify whacking the snooze button for. You can listen and learn, and generally there isn't annoying commercial content or music to put you back to sleep or justify the snooze. Just when the news is starting to wrap up, comes the kicker.
The Kicker is this radio newscaster called John Handcock, or perhaps its Hancock. Whatever. His cheerful blathering about sports scores and the world of sports - which I loathe - gets me out of bed every time. Just hearing his voice prattling on about the world of professional sports is enough to change my somewhat alert but listening with interest to the news into a flash of anger that propels me out of bed and into the shower.
So yeah - with a name like that, I suppose I should feel some compassion for the fucker. But until he starts rattling off some statistics on something that I don't loathe, I think that guy and his bravado are going to be the thing that either propels me from bed, or whacks the snooze button something awful. The only downside to this shutting down the sports radio talk is that someday I will miss the first announcement that the whole of the NHL has been stricken mortally ill by some kind of antibiotic resistant strain of Jock Itch that causes their testes to explode every time they hear the hockey night in Canada theme music. But being Canada and all, I am sure I will hear it multiple times on the other news stations anyway.
That is, if I am not out there already in the car, blasting the tune from my car speakers.
But hey, at least it gets us out of bed.