Saturday, August 1, 2009

initials and nuts

y'know, i LOVE reading people's blogs and seeing all the pictures of their adorable kidlets. i mean, after a while, don't you start to feel like you know them? and their kids? and oh my gosh, they're growing up so fast! look how big they're getting! but, unfortunately, i'm going to be picky (read: anal) about what pictures i post here, and what names i use and stuff, and it's a bummer. here's why:


i'm on the radio 5 days a week. i've been on the air here in san diego for 12 years now. and for as long as i can remember, i've dealt with over-eager listeners - every DJ does. from angry punks waiting by my car past midnight in denver (i hosted a weekly punk rock "specialty" show called "no punk intended") leaving boot prints in the snow and an empty 40 bottle by my front tire, to needing (and getting) a restraining order against a stalker, to a listener who somehow got my home number and would call my apartment when i lived alone in mission beach and tell me he was going to cut off my toes. which a lot of people say is the price we pay for being the ones who talk on the radio every day. but c'mon, are you kidding me? cut off my toes? police and lawyers and judges and restraining orders? not fun, not funny. not at all. in fact, super LAME.

so, in the interest of self- (and now family-, of course) preservation, i don't mention my last name when i'm on the air, i don't say what part of town we live in, i'm unlisted, i don't use anyone's full names on the air, etc. etc. etc. and once we had f, holy moly, the instinct to not say anything personal on the air kicked me in the guts real hard. i tell mean listeners on the request lines that my name is lisa. i even had drama with a longtime, extremely loyal listener and regular caller (who i'd never met, mind you) who was VERY offended when i declined to tell him my toddler daughter's name over the request lines. drama that included said listener and my program director (my boss) having an hour-long phone conversation to clear up the "issue". but you know what? i'd do it all again in a heartbeat. because if you look hard enough, you can find all of that info about everyone out there anyways. i'm just not going to hand it over to nutty nutball from carlsbad who wants to hear some offspring and by the way, will end up following me home from the station. sucks, but a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do. no offense. i know you'd never do such a crazy thing! i mean, who likes the offspring anymore, anyways?

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