I like listening to Bill Maher right before/during a workout because the entire time I’m thinking about all of the knowledge I would drop on his ass if I were ever on his show. I get angry and completely forget about how terrible plank jacks are and how icky sweat is.
If neither Paula Poundstone nor Mo Rocca is on Wait, Wait… Don’t Tell Me!, I don’t give a shit.
Jad Abumrad and Robert Kurlwhich should hire me to be the lady voice on RadioLab. We would have so much fun running around the city taping things. Robert and I would crack each other up with corny jokes. It’d be totally rad, and everyone everywhere would love me.
I woke up last night at 3 am and couldn’t sleep, so I listened to a WTF with Marc Maron and giggled until I cried. Alone. In the middle of the night. With my cat. It was a Bill from Freaks and Geeks watching Shandling kind of a moment. I think Maron would approve.
