WFMU Pledge Marathon
The Freeform Station of the Nation needs you! WFMU's annual pledge marathon is going on from 2/20 to 3/4. Every little bit helps, so if you can spare some change, do it here!
MC Elsewhere
There's doin's a-transpirin'! You can catch Matthew Callan's stuff at Amazin' Avenue on the reg! Here's where else he's been lately on the world-wide-web.
- 2.17.12: The Classical, Kids
- 2.13.12: Low Times, Billboard's Review of Mitch Miller's Prog Record
- 2.7.12: Low Times, Report: What City Was Built on Rock and Roll?
- 2.2.12: Vice, Look Upon the Marlins’ Home-Run Celebration, Ye Mighty, And Despair
- 2/1/12: Splitsider, The Looney Tunes 50th Anniversary Special
- 1/25/12: The Classical, Time to Wallow in the Mire
- 1/18/12: Soundtrack Series, "El Capitan"
Dennis Miller: A Stranger to My Own Soul

Did you know that while he was on SNL, Dennis Miller was acting in a one-man show into which he poured his tortured psyche? It’s true! Follow his existential saga at Dennis Miller: A Stranger to My Own Soul, where you can get DM's daily dis-affirmations. And follow him on Twitter, how bout?
Studio 60 on Roosevelt Avenue: The Complete Scripts!

The gripping, Sorkin-y sabermetric drama that captivated dozens is now available in ebook format! Relive the entire season with Sandy Alderson and company, including exciting conclusion, the one that will leave no question unanswered, Now available from Amazon for the insultingly low price of 99 cents.
Plumb the Depths!
Ye Olde Scratchbomb Archives
What Folks Is Sayin’
- Steve in Bloomington on Stamped
- Shaun K.C. Mollica on Stamped
- scratchbomb on Stamped
- scratchbomb on Stamped
- Brian Duffy on Stamped
Scratchbomb on Tweetah
Category Archives: Pointless Nostalgia
Stamped
Of the remaining GOP presidential hopefuls, Newt Gingrich has the ugliest soul. Rick Santorum possesses some vile views on gay rights and abortion (like thinking rape victims who get pregnant should just accept this “gift from god”), but he seems … Read on! —->
A Slippery Vision of My Own Ridiculous Demise
It was just like a bad comedy. I stepped into the shower without first noting that there were no towels hanging up, or a bath mat laid down, either. It was such a dumb Man thing to do. I should … Read on! —->
Working
I recently acquired new dresser drawers, something I do maybe once a decade. This necessitated relocating the top drawer of my old dresser, which was basically my Treasured Memories Trove. I never looked at any of this stuff, mind you. … Read on! —->
Christmas Minus 10
At Christmastime 2001, I’d been out of work for over a year. When I was first laid off, I got a number of interviews. I even turned down a job offer for a position that sounded painfully uninteresting, foolishly thinking … Read on! —->
The Past of the Future!
I recently wrote a post about my days in a band, one that focused on the unfortunate aspects of the experience. However, those days were not all bad. In fact, they were almost all great, some of the greatest times … Read on! —->
From Zero to Five
0 I stand at the corner of Grand Street and Queens Boulevard, waiting for a bus to take me home. It is 5:30 in the morning. It has taken me a small eternity to get here on the subway from … Read on! —->
Senior Moments at Junior High
My daughter’s kindergarten is part of a small school that does not yet have its own building. Their classrooms are wedged into one section of a junior high. This provides an interesting contrast every morning as I walk her to … Read on! —->
My Heart and the Real World
While working the $1 LP table at the WFMU Record Fair this past weekend, I occasionally browsed through the boxes, hoping to find something awesome, or hilarious, or awesomely hilarious. I believed I’d discovered an example of the latter when … Read on! —->
Skating on Thin Ice
A while ago, I wrote about the earworm effect of radio ads for Broadways shows, which imprint themselves on my brain when I’m most vulnerable (i.e., just waking up). I don’t know how things are in your neck of the … Read on! —->
The Missing Syllable
I’ve been thinking of my grandmother a lot lately. Or rather, I’ve been hearing her a lot lately, in my head. She had a particularly Brooklyn way of speaking. By that I don’t just mean she had the requisite accent, … Read on! —->