Sunday, September 8, 1996, Back of the Book To the shock and dismay of some, this is the Tenth Anniversary of "Back of the Book!" They said it couldn't be done, and everyone agreed. But here we are a decade later doing a radio program that no one can quite explain. We will read Franz Kafka's "Before the Law," which he wrote especially for this program before your host's parents were born. There will be meta-radio, karma pirates, reminiscences and lamentations. Although it's only five years in weekly terms, a tenth anniversary is a special thing, and we hope you'll join us as we celebrate during these "interesting times." We will also tell all of the kiddies listening to not go back to school tomorrow, so that they may one day grow up to be as completely out of it as your host. Free Form Live Radio by R. Paul Martin. (http://www.interport.net/~rpmartin)
Sunday, September 22, 1996, Back of the Book Autumn is only eleven hours old and your host's "1994, Spring Offensive" is most likely still going on, as successfully as ever. The Deadly Cult of the Tocks Tap is still trying to destroy the electromagnetic spectrum, and has given Little Squishy an attack of ticks, which are all that's left after they remove the tocks from time. When a messy writer questions our hero about his victories he loudly calls, "Two won too, Inkslob!" As the political campaigns heat up to become lukewarm, Itchy T. Echidna discovers that RepubliNazi Hopelesses Rob Doleful and Jack Hemp are turning blue from fear that they might lose the election by a wider margin if they should be seen inhaling. Meanwhile jogger Bill Clintoon states that he's never run with a fast cloud. Free Form Live Radio by R. Paul Martin. (firstname.lastname@example.org)
Sunday, October 6, 1996, Back of the Book Once upon a time, Mr. Babbledonkey went to a brook to put something in, but it was closed; he returned home to find that the wind had worn down his windows. Rendered defenseless against October Bugs, which have a ravenous appetite for dead leaves, he stepped back in time to ancient Rome, only to see Iulius Kaiser getting mugged by Senators (much as in our own time). As the Emperor expired he noted that his disheveled scribe was not ready to record his last words and, pointing to the man's stained tunic, said, "Tu un Tu, inkslob?" In an astronomical segment, Pope Weaselpenis XVI announces plans to re-desecrate the remains of Galileo after discovering, under a grant from the Christian right, that the earth really is the center of the universe. Free Form Live Radio by R. Paul Martin. (http://www.interport.net/~rpmartin)
Sunday, October 20, 1996, Back of the Book Mr. Babbledonkey returned to his windowless hut to find one Little Squishy bathing in the glow of late-season fireflies. "They take away the ticks," our hero explained. Just then an eavesdropping tabloid journalist rose from beneath a boulder and asked if the firefly light wasn't just as good as the long-sought Daylight against The Deadly Cult of the Tocks Tap? Little Squishy pithily explained, "Too wan to, inkslob." In a mental health segment your host tells of his preparations to get deeply depressed as soon as the clocks change to the tune of the marching song "Spring back, Fall forward." The 1994, Spring Offensive is facing another time of sustained darkness. Free Form Live Radio by R. Paul Martin. (email@example.com)
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