Skip to main content

Video killed the radio star



Well, it seems I do have a face for radio.

I just finished my first ever radio spot, on Definitely Not the Opera on CBC radio.

The producer said I was a pro.

I'm sure she says that to all the girls.

A few weeks back, I was discovered by one of the show's producers, who found me at my old blog The $10 Life. DNTO was doing a show on things people have lost, and they realized that I was professional loser, so they wanted to hear my story. But by the time they found me, their deadline had passed.

The producer asked if I'd be interested in having my name put on their freelance list.

Would I?!

I tried unsuccessfully to contain my excitement by biting onto a nearby pug, but I'm sure she got that I was more than a little interested.

I always wondered how you got to be a CBC commentator. I've seen all manner of folks become instant stars for being masters of none, and I've always felt well qualified for the challenge.

Like the lazy armchair quarterback I am.

I must admit that I'm more of a videophile than a radio geek, but I'm willing to learn.

It's simple. You get up, throw on some clothes and hike down to the CBC building. You don't even have to brush your hair!

They put you in a guest "living room" where you play Angry Birds for a few minutes, then they whisk you into your very own booth and you talk to a nice young woman who has just bicycled to work in Winnipeg.

I want to go there.

You talk into a microphone for a few minutes and get paid for it.

I just finished an article for the Ottawa Citizen which took me two weeks to research and write and they paid me less for that than I'm making not getting dressed up to do a radio hit.

Ah hah hah hah hah.

My plan for world domination is working.

It couldn't have been easier.

Alas, it's time to get back to the real world. Shake the stardust out of my hair, feed the dogs, watch the View and have a nap.

Man, this celebrity life is a grind.

BTW, I will be on DNTO November 5. Mark your calendar. You can say you were there at the start.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Ashley Simpson: Conversation with Derek Favell Revealed

  On April 2, 2017, a family friend of Ashley Simpson opened her Facebook Messenger and got the surprise of her life.  Cathy MacLeod had been trying to correspond with Ashley's boyfriend, Derek Favell, who was the last person to see the St. Catharines native before she disappeared from her home in Salmon Arm, B.C. a year before. She wanted to know more about what happened to Ashley, and why Favell had refused to take a polygraph test when many others close to the missing woman agreed to do so. "I wanted to poke the bear," she said, and sent several messages to Favell pleading with him to talk to her.  " Please help us," she wrote. "It's been 10 months of pure hell. A lie detector would help if you have nothing to hide. I beg of you, help us, take the test to clear your name if there’s nothing to hide." Many, including members of the Simpson family, found Derek's behaviour, at least, curious. Ashley had disappeared on April 27, 2016. Yet it took

Ashley Simpson: A Father Remembers

I have asked Ashley Simpson's family and friends to give us a glimpse into the life she lived before going missing nearly a month ago. Here is how her father John remembers his sweet girl. Ashley was a treat when she came into this world, a smashing 9lbs 8 ounces with a  head full of hair and nails that needed to be clipped. She has made many friends in her journey of life and continues to make them as we speak. She has made this world a better place by her love of mankind and this place we call Earth; unfortunately this life she has lived hasn't been the best for her. She has suffered through unbearable pain and suffering through her menstrual cycles. She has cysts on her ovaries that make those 10 days a living hell. She had one of her ovaries removed when she was just 14; the other they won't take out till she is 40 or older. Years of hell for my Ashley. I so feel her pain every month but she doesn't quit, doesn't give in.   That's my

What Bell isn't telling you about Fibe TV

Update: This week, we switched back to Rogers after spending far too long using Bell's crappy television service. For those with Bell, read and weep. For those considering Bell, think twice even if you hate Rogers. RS I've always been an early technology adapter. I had a Betamax. That tells you everything (if you're over 50 at least). My first computer was a "Portable". It weighed 40 pounds and I had to lug it around town on a gurney. I've been through probably 15 computers in my lifetime. Apple is the best. It's also too expensive so I have a piece of shit HP, the one I'm writing this blog on. I've had cable, internet and now Netflix. American Netflix . That's how far ahead of the curve I am. I get all the newspapers for free. How? I disabled my cookies so they can't track me when I'm on the newspaper sites. Even the New York Times hasn't cottoned on to that trick. Hahaha. That will be a fifty buck consulting fee. Bein