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Showing posts with label Bix. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bix. Show all posts

Friday, September 12, 2008

TIME! That's the Subject...and so forth!


Time is the subject of this week's installment of the Random Access Thought. MNOAOS Zach's pal Bix Nix visits with Marilyn Krasnov. Bix wants to know what what it means to be obsessive. Ms. Krasnov responds by playing a tape I recorded several years back at a late summertime Troy Amateur Radio Association picnic at the nearby Riverspark Pavillion. During that event, I whipped out my C49DRSACTR and interviewed Jeff WA2AIB who launched into an intense diatribe on his his self-admitted compulsive issues concerning time.

Bix gets a lot of airtime this week, appearing in both our TWIAR/TWIARi blog promos and also our latest QSL Card Offer promo. Here is Bix's script where he stops by Canarsie Wireless to show Mother Radio his shiny QSL card collection.

(FX1 - canarsie wireless background, rainy afternoon.)
(FX2 - big warehouse doorbell.)


MR: WHO IS IT?

BX: IT'S ME, BIX.
(muffled.)

MR: COME ON IN.
(FX4 - big warehouse door open and close.)

MR: SO, WHAT BRINGS YOU TO CANARSIE WIRELESS ON THIS DOOM AND GLOOM SUNDAY AFTERNOON?

BX: HI MOTHER RADIO, I THOUGHT I'D STOP BY AND SHOW YOU MY AMAZING COLLECTION OF QSL CARDS.

MR: SAY, DO YOU HAVE ONE OF THOSE OFFICIAL THIS WEEK IN AMATEUR RADIO QSL CARDS WITH THE ASTEROIDS?

BX: WHY YES, I DO. HERE, NOTICE THE HIGH GLOSS FINISH TO THE CARD. SEE HOW
CLEAR THE RENDERING OF THE ASTEROIDS HAS BEEN DESIGNED AND DEPICTED.
(FX5 - qsl card flexing.)

MR: THAT'S AMAZING.

BX: AND ALL YOU HAVE TO DO IS E-MAIL BILL. N2FNH AT CAPITAL.NET TO RECEIVE ONE OF THESE QUALITY QSL CARDS.

MX: WHAT WAS THAT ADDRESS AGAIN?

BX: THAT'S N2FNH AT CAPITAL DOT NET, N2FNH AT CAPITAL DOT NET.

MR: THAT'S GREAT! NOW, THAT YOU'RE HERE...
(FX6 - rumble.)

I'VE GOT THE LATEST MONITORING TIMES...
(FX7 - madcap1.)

OK HANG ON! GO OUTSIDE IF YOU'RE GOING TO FREAK OUT.
(FX8 - madcap2.)

MR: WHAT IS IT WITH YOU GUYS. I MENTION RADIO MAGAZINES AND BAGELS AND YOU ALL FLIP OUT. YOU'D THINK IT WAS PLAYBOY.

BX: WHAT'S PLAYBOY?
(FX9 - bounce out.)
(FX0 - babba booey.)

Friday, June 13, 2008

Who ARE Those People? Part 4 - The Nixs and The Bobs!

Over the last few years, while developing the Krasnovs as a core family presence to compliment the Random Access features, a number of ancillary characters have become manifest and have also become intertwined with each other in various ways. In addition to Zach's 40 story 400 ton green scaly dog, my Number One and Only Son also has a digital pal who goes by the name of Bix Nix.

Bix is a borderline nerd who speaks with an ever so slight lisp. In early features, Bix croaked out a mechanized beep at the end of each sentence he uttered. As Bix approached puberty, the beep faded out and, like Zach, his voice has begun to change. While Zach approaches any unknown fearlessly, Bix tends to be more apprehensive. You can hear Bix in our new TWIAR BLOG promo.

Mister Nix, first name unknown, is Bix's father who is also a borderline nerd who also speaks with an ever so slight lisp. While Bix is a good boy, Mister Nix may have gangland connections. Not much more is known. In the meantime, Mister Nix has voiced several promos and has discussed at length supernatural communications via a recent Random Access Thought.

While on the supernatural, there are also the two Bobs. The first Bob is a reasonably friendly extraterrestrial, home planet unknown, who tends to announce very expansively, much like a cheesy two bit stage performer. Bob occasionally dates TINK, a lovely imaginary visage who we shall detail later.

The other Bob has been dead since the Great Depression. His real name is Seymour but his good friends call him Bob. Like Boleslav Krasnov, Seymour has a distinctly Coney Island dialect. He has been known to call "CQ MARS" over the HF ham bands without benefit of any radio. Apparently, the dead can do that. It also appears that Seymour does not sit at the right hand of G*d.

In our next installment: Tick Tock, TANK and TINK!