10:00 PM - 5:00 AM, Monday - Tuesday, February 24th - 25th, 1997: ZZZZZZ.....Cannon was boring tonight. He seems to have no flare for talk... Could that be? He doesn’t make you want to argue him on an issue. He, man I can’t put my finger on it. I don’t want to think I’m being arrogant since I had a good show... But my plan of attack was right, and his rarely ever is. Who knows. He’s been doin’ this for over 30 years. What can I say. Anyway, ART BELL ROCKS...I never heard a word he said or had to. He breaks at the top and the bottom of the hour at the exact same time EVERY TIME. A deaf guy could run the show. I have about 50 minutes to fuck around and 10 minutes to make sure the carts are in...Its the shit. I’m gonna like this.   10:00 PM - 5:00 AM, Tuesday - Wednesday, February 25th - 26th, 1997: Yet another fairly boring night. Am definitely enjoying the nothingness of Art Bell. It’s funny, I have yet to have even a clue what he’s talking about. Oh well. Started doin a spoof on Blazing Saddles for Cannon. Sounds reallly good. Zzzz....   10:00 PM - 5:00 AM, Wednesday - Thursday, February 26th - 27th, 1997: Ran some Hendrix dubs for Cannon. Cannon told me about a guest about 5 minutes before he went on. Fuck this. I never know who he’s having on. It was some guy who had a stop smoking kit. Yee-ha. One caller all hour. 8 the entire rest of the night. And that’s all thanks to 5 in one quick 20 minute span talking about worst cars. Oh well. I give up on putting my heart into this. Maybe I’ll feel better when Sara’s gone (I'm gonna be screening now instead of her). She's just ridiculously not...with-it. Did I tell you the one about Star Wars? "How many movies are in the Star Wars Trilogy?" NO SHIT. She asked that to Cannon while I was in the room. I hid my smile and walked away before I said something like: "ARE YOU A FUCKIN’ MORON?" Cannon was semi-shitty to her, but come on already...First of all, who doesn’t know there are 3 Star Wars movies, and uhm...TRI-LO-GY? (sigh)   10:00 PM - 5:00 AM, Thursday - Friday, February 27th - 28th, 1997: Wow the last night of week 6. I can’t even believe I’ve done this for that long. Jesus time flies. Cannon had a HORRIBLE night. The first hour and a half he had 1 call. No shit. The next 2 half hours he had 4 each which was good, then 0 the last half hour. If I had 9 calls in 3 hours, and all I did was talk, I would be a crazy man. I was in a good mood knowing I had a day off the next day. Even though I really don’t. Gotta go in tomorrow to do the Boyles 37 and I have no idea what I’ll do. I’m kind of worried. I’ve only done 1 in like 5 weeks. It was good, but I wonder if I’ve lost the touch. We’ll find out tomorrow.   10:45 PM - 1:45 AM, Friday - Saturday, February 28th - March 1st, 1997: Came in just to do a Boyles. And Woo Hoo! A great Boyles. Many laughs, and the return of Suzy Snarfwagon!!! Burg is so good at that. Thank God I got it done. 2 hours!! The rest of the time was getting in there and simply mixing it. Not bad.   7:00 PM - 2:00 AM, Saturday - Sunday, March 1st - 2nd, 1997: SHOW 232 The show was yet another awesome one. It was very fast and funny, and LOTSA calls in the first hour!!! Woo-Hoo! Made some fake PSAs that are certain to piss some people off in the coming weeks. Uhm, what else...John's friend Eddie is annoying as fuck. Check this out. The first thing he does when he comes in was read off the notes he’d been taking for the past couple of weeks. Basically him telling me what he thought sucked, what was funny, and what I should do. He actually said: "What you need to do is bring up a topic, then you can get some calls in." I finally said, listen...the Saturday Night show is supposed to be a party. Not topics. OK? Like I need his Talk 101. He doesn’t realize that that’s all I ever did before. Anyway, the show went very well. Cool. If Sunday rocks tomorrow, I will definitely have room to brag.   7:00 PM - 11:30 PM, Sunday, March 2nd, 1997: SHOW 233 Hell YEEEAAAH! Not as good as last Sunday, but it rocked nonetheless. The calls were good, and I had enough to get through the night. Probably 15 in 2 hours. That’s great. Especially when there’s such cool shit on TV on Sunday evenings. Adam’s happy. Adam’s very happy. So Cannon comes in with a cell phone (he's on after me even though I don't produce him on Sundays), and an ounce of me got a bit jealous because he was about to do something creative. Well, he didn’t. His idea was "I don’t know what to get out of the snack machine so I’ll read off EVERYTHING in it and let the callers choose. WHAT?? Here’s the kicker. Sara is so bum-fuckin’ stupid she couldn’t figure out how to bring his phone call up on the board. Well over a minute of dead air later. Yes, a minute, and probably closer to 2. I run in there and she has the receiver to her ear listening to him with this blonde look on her face. Jesus. The blonde thing is sooooo incredibly true. I hurried and threw Cannon on hold and brought him up. I was really pissed. I should’ve let him keep goin’. What a fuckin stupid bit. After I got him on we got to hear him actually read ALL of the 23 snacks in there. Holy Shit. Holy Shit. How fuckin’ lame. And no, no one called. Only Cannon could get a spark of an idea but water it before it came into it’s own. Ha ha.   5:00 PM, Monday, March 3rd, 1997: Jim Lachey left to go to WBNS. Holy shit. And this right after the Other Paper did an article on us, and how BNSers are coming here! Munch read (highly unethical here) Skip Mosic’s resume on the air (Program Director for WBNS) and all hell broke loose. He said the rats are jumping ship. Yadda yadda yadda. 4 days later guess what: Lachey jumps our ship. Now there’s pie in the face. I wouldn't be suprised if Munch turned him off a bit. Crazy.