A few regulars have been commenting here for a couple of years. It occurred to me that you have never met each other and have little idea who each other are. So today we'll do introductions in the order I met everyone.

Scott: I've known Scott since second grade. He and another kid were discussing pee-pee and doo-doo during nap time, and I crawled over to offer up the idea that we could build a "chocolate snowman," meaning one made of poo. My comic insight was a big hit, and I've known Scott ever since.

This was particularly valuable in middle school, when he had every hair metal cassette, a library of Circus and Hit Parader magazines, and access to violent rated R movies and the Playboy Channel at his house. I, on the other hand, lived in a monastery, so a trip to Scott's was like going to Vegas.

Joe, "Vinegar Joe" or "VJ": When I had a radio show in Cartersville, Joe was one of my two regular callers. No matter what topic I had thrown out, Joe would find some way to turn it into a discussion of State Secretary of Education Linda Schrenko's facelift. Then one day some guy walked in the door and just sat down in the chair across from me. I thought, "Uh...who are you?" He said he was Joe who called in all the time. Joe seems to read about politics 24/7, so when election season rolls around I go to Joe for insight. He's the head of a local county's Democratic party.

Michael Ruggiero, or "Ruggo": After reaching the pinnacle of stardom on the radio in Cartersville, I went on to drive a delivery van for Kinko's. Michael was our graphics man. He was a giant music fan, particularly of The Beatles. Most memorably one day I had been telling Michael about a pang of guilt I had for spending a lot of money on a guitar. At that moment the assistant manager, another friend of mine, stopped in to tell me about some new rule or procedure I was to follow.

Michael rolled over in his chair and said, "Excuse me a moment," then addressed me. "You see what's going on right here? When you bought that guitar, you were saying, 'Fuck this shit!,' and you were sticking it to the MAN!" Then he put his hands up and said, "Okay, I'm out," and rolled back to his computer. Classic.

Brian Clark, or BClark71: Sometimes I post on a forum about local radio. I also promote my blog there with a link in my signature. One day I got a e-mail from a forum guy who had read several entries, particularly ones about my career frustrations, which comprised 80% of my output at the time.

He said he was also an only child who had wanted to be on the radio, who loved Lewis Grizzard and Johnny Carson, and who eventually found his way to a call center. Did my dad have children he hadn't told me about? If Brian preferred Led Zeppelin over Styx he would be a carbon copy of me.

Vermont Neighbor or "VN": In a last-ditch effort to promote myself I once went to the Los Angeles branch of that same radio forum and posted a link to my aircheck. No one sent a million dollar job offer, but some lady started popping up in my e-mail all the time, and then she started fleshing out the comments section of my blog. She also started showing up in the comments of every blog I linked on my page.

She used to comment almost daily, but then I insulted George Bush, Jr. one too many times, so now she mostly lurks without posting.

Rankin' Rob: I was a big fan of the Regular Guys radio show here in Atlanta. A link on the host's blog lead to a blog called Rankin' Blog. Rankin' Rob had written something about moving the furniture out of his deceased mother's home, and how he took the crashing of a glass shelf as her ghostly protest to being moved. I thought it was an amazing line and bookmarked immediately. Only later did I find out Rankin' Rob was a honcho at a local radio news station. Now I've been reading and commenting on Rankin' Rob's stuff for three years or more, but still wouldn't know him if he was standing in front of me. Interesting reading.

Arthur Willoughby, a.k.a. William Smythe: A lot of my readership has grown out of my radio interest, I'm realizing.

On the same radio forum mentioned above, it was announced a new host was coming to Atlanta from Minneapolis. The radio reporter from the newspaper said the only background he had found on the new host was from the blog of a former intern, who painted quite a dim picture of the guy. I thought the entry was hilarious, and wrote the intern, William Smythe/Arthur Willoughby, to let him know he was causing a stir on the Atlanta radio forum.

The radio host only lasted two years, and I'm still reading Willoughby's blog. So who was the real talent in Minneapolis? (WARNING: He's also very sensitive about Bush.)

I've broken my 750 word rule, but I didn't think you would mind if you were reading about yourselves. Thank you all for coming!