Request Line: Songs of Hope

INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY DJ 3000: ...and ownership wouldn't even tell you who it's going to be? PRODUCER: That's right.  They said it was going to be a special treat, though. DJ 3000: Maybe it's Tombstone! PRODUCER: Don't get me wrong, Tombstone's great, but I don't think he's got enough star power to

That’s My Raiders! The New Class (Your 2018 Oakland Raiders Preview)

EXT. OAKLAND RAIDERS SHARED HOUSE - DAY Establishing shot and title card. ANNOUNCER BETH MOWINS: That's My Ravens [sic] is filmed in front of a live studio auditorium [sic]. --- CUT TO - INT. LIVING ROOM - DAY SUNSHINE COWSER sits on the coach, reading Sun Tzu's "The Art of War" in its original Chinese. 

DFO Radio: Yes and No

Sorry folks, gotta phone this one in cause I've got a Raiders preview to finish writing!                                   https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=q4nmxz5bQhk&list=PLM8nWenhx6H_j_DojR5SeI0M6vdX1s182   Hi! If

Request Line: Yes and No

INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY. PRODUCER: ...and so I suppose at the end of the day, it's like that familiar saying, "how do we get to yes?" Now throughout this process, you've maintained radio silence. KHALIL MACK: Yes. PRODUCER: You haven't commented publicly at all? KHALIL MACK: No. PRODUCER: Well this is a treat for

DFO Radio: Do Your Job

One of the things I really enjoyed about Max Brooks' novel World War Z was that it took a fictional premise (zombies), set up the ground rules (slow moving unintelligent zombies, virus transmitted by direct contact, killed by headshot) and then tried to extrapolate how society would be affected in

Request Line: Do Your Job

INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY We join our regularly scheduled program in progress... PRODUCER: ...but I think it's great that the team kept you on the payroll. JIM MCNALLY: Yeah, well, those ticket stubs aren't going to sort themselves. PRODUCER: No, I suppose that's true.  Unless everything were done electronically, you know, using barcodes

DFO Radio: Ain’t No Party Like A Boat Party Because A Boat Party Floats On

INT. CYBERSPACE - DAY. A sleazy producer opens up a private slack channel. RIKKI-TIKKI-DEADLY: Hey man, thanks for taking over Request Line this week. BRETT FAVRE'S COLONOSCOPY: No problem, it's my pleasure. RTD: So, about publication.  I'll handle DFO Radio, of course, unless you insanely want to do that part yourself too. BFC: Yeah, I'm not

DFO Radio: Milestones

So I'm back here in Los Angeles after spending the weekend in Austin, and even though the temperature is about the same, the reduction in humidity is making it infinitely more bearable.  Austin is nice, but I don't know how anybody can suffer though that Texas heat for an entire

Request Line: Milestones

INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY A human and a sizable slab of electronic equipment sit comfortably outside an empty recording booth. PRODUCER: So I don't know if you knew, but today is something of a special day. DJ3000: ZERO-EIGHT-ZERO-THREE-TWO-ZERO-ONE-EIGHT...[rapidly performs a series of mathematical calculations]...THE SUM OF THE DIGITS IN THE MONTH AND

The Dak Prescott Summer of Maturity: Chapter 3

EXT. OSTENTATIOUS SUBURBAN MANSION - DAY NARRATOR [voiceover]: ...about that time, Ray and Aqib had just finished a game of mailbox baseball. RAY: ...it's really not a good idea for you to be waving your piece around like that. AQIB: [tucks a handgun back into his waistband] Yeah, well who ever heard of using