docwebster: (Chris The Ninja Pirate)
Easter Sunday 2010 was a landmark night for me. It was the last streaming audio show I ever did in our old home in Columbia before Beneficial screwed us over on our mortgage at the time and out we went.

It's a special show for me because it harks back to a very large part of my childhood, Jesus Christ Superstar. Six years later, I finally get to do it again. So, if you would, join me for two hours of Pink Floyd and eight-ish eastern (heavy on the ish) the original October 1970 cast album of Jesus Christ Superstar.
docwebster: (Riff)
Tribute show time! First up the Freddie Mercury Tribute Concert and then almost two solid hours of nothing but David Bowie. Warning: Lazarus, his last video, that song will indeed be played. Go here to tune in:
docwebster: (Riff)
This Friday I will be doing one of my streaming audio shows and the main event will be a David Bowie set in tribute to the lad insane, himself. Also if I can manage it tribute versions of Pink Floyd's The Wall and the Freddie Mercury Tribute Concert. So it'll be a heck of a night. The means of tuning in have long since changed and I can't automagically take requests like the old days, but never fear I'll do a post in here on how to get plugged in come showtime.
docwebster: (Hairy Lee)
Okay, this is going to be a longshot and a half. For those of you who have seen the DVD of Jethro Tull live at Madison Square Garden 1978, what is the name of that instrumental piece they do after Locomotive Breath and the Dambusters theme?
docwebster: (Misfits Skull)
I'm trying out a new venue for doing my weekend shows. Go here: and log in (you only have to do it once, don't worry) and come listen to me VJ. There's no option for automated reuests, but come and have some fun with your ol' Doc!
docwebster: (Chris The Ninja Pirate)
I have seen Not Another Happy Ending. With the unfortunate presence of Generic Lantern Jawed Pretty Boy as the other half of the romance, it's not a bad movie at all. The movie, however, is rescued by one Karen Sheila Gillan. Now I have enjoyed Miz Gillan's work in the past, especially with Doctor Who (read: total screaming fanboy) and this was no exception. The reason I place this movie among the immortals, however, is because of a woefully short segment in which the aforementioned Kazza is, barring a hat, naked as a jaybird.

All I can think of a line from Sanford And Son - "Must be jelly 'cause jam don't shake like that".
docwebster: (Frank lounging)
There is indeed one one thing, one other piece to the puzzle to return me to life, as it were. It involves the return of a certain internet show I used to have the honor to host based around good times, music, sex, copious amounts of alcohol and that chap in my icon, there.

Soon, babies. Soon.
docwebster: (Hairy Lee)
Well, here it is a little over three years since the morning when everything went straight in the dumper. Literally, in some cases. I won't insult you by pretending I'm even vaguely proud of some of the things I did along the way to keep body and soul together and a roof over my head. But I did what I did and here I am today as a result of it - barely able to walk, most of the time, the poster boy for Chronic Fatigue and possessing two full outfits to my name. But I'm alive. I've had two nervous breakdowns and a suicide attempt, but nope - still here. I plan to keep it that way. Rock and roll, babies. Rock and roll.
docwebster: (Misfits Skull)
“You’re not helping yourself if it turns out that President Barack Obama can made a deal with the most intransigent, hardline, unreasonable, totalitarian mullahs in the world, but not with Republicans, maybe he’s not the problem!” - Jon Stewart

Well, Jon, the problem isn't with the mullahs. The problem is with a load of teabaggin' Republicanoid mullah-fakirs, and a bigger bunch of no account two-bit mullah-fakirs you'd be hard to find than Ted Cruz and the rest of the Tea Baggers. Don't like me calling them that? Tell them to knock it the hell off with tea bagging the country I call home - and THAT is the name of THAT tune.
docwebster: (Chris The Ninja Pirate)
Ruby Tuesday the elderkitty is no more. She has ceased to be. She has expired, gone to meet her maker. She has, in no particular order: hopped the twig, snuffed it, bit the dust or, if you will, gone on to the great litterbox in the sky.

I like to think that my fuzzy girl is at a certain famous pair of gates, loudly demanding skritches.

So here's to you, o fuzzbutt supreme. It was one heck of an eighteen year run.


Her Royal Furryness, casually being adored in recent times.

My, my.

Nov. 3rd, 2012 10:56 pm
docwebster: (Hairy Lee)
Two years ago this morning, life pretty much went in the crapper.

Today? Still a long way to go, but definitely on the uptick. Rock and roll, kids. Rock and roll.
I just quoted Sailor Jim in a Doctor Who RP on AIM. Also, hi. Doing okay, allergies, etc.


May. 18th, 2012 07:21 am
docwebster: (Chris The Ninja Pirate)
Good evening. Good evening. Good evening, good evening, good evening, good evening, good evening, good evening, good evening, good evening, good evening, good evening, good evening, good evening, good evening, good evening. There you have it, sixteen good evenings where we used to do with one. That shows the level to which the English good evening, along with the pound, has fallen. Do you know it takes seventeen English good evenings for one American good evening, and thirty three and a half English good evenings for one German guten abend? However, in Tunisia you can still get two English good evenings for one hello sailor.


Feb. 27th, 2012 12:54 pm
docwebster: (Hairy Lee)
(On Twitter.) @JohnFugelsang Rick Santorum is to Christianity what Jesus was to homophobia & helping the rich.
Here. Alive. Well, existing. That's about all I can say for it. Whee.
It seems the swine at Jacobs Realty were able to hide the eviction and lien because they were never filed under Ranada's name, they were filed under mine and I was never even on the lease. I'm no Perry Mason, but isn't that illegal?
Sometimes a little speck of light does shine through. One thousand, one hundred and thirty five dollars. That's what it would cost for me to be with the woman who has graced me with her friendship, her kindness and her love. I've got to make this happen. I just don't know how.


Aug. 22nd, 2011 01:16 pm
I mean, the light at the end of the tunnel does eventually turn out to be something other than an oncoming train? Because it sure as heck hasn't happened for me, not yet. Dead broke until a week from tomorrow, three days behind on this place because of a company called Zip19 and a loan they say I took out and never did so I'm having to go through a whole bunch of rigamarole to get the money back they took out, no food for the cats and to say I'm at the end of my rope is putting it pretty damn mildly. I need help, and next to nobody can. If you're an exception to that statement, for the love of everything please get in touch with me

I am so effing tired of waking up in the morning and feeling cheated because I woke up. It seems like more and more often lately when I go to sleep I don't ever want to wake up again but I always do.

I don't even know what else to say, here. I really don't know how much more I can take. I truly don't.
I hath two laptops. I need to transfer lots o' gigs o' Stuff from one t' the other. Herein lies the problem - I have no flash drives nor external HDs with which to facilitate this transfer. So how can I accomplish this Herculean task?
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