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: 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

DFO Radio: The Future

For those who missed my relentless shilling for it and were confused by the structure and content of last week's Request Line, it was an homage to Jon Bois' speculative piece of multimedia fiction 17776. Something about that piece really struck a chord with me.  I read most of it in

Request Line: The Future

    Hey.   Hey.   Stinger.   ...   Hey.   HEY!   ...what?   Stinger?   ...am I...?   Yeah, cool, I thought that was you.   ...where?   You're in orbit, man. You remember how you got there?   I remember being on fire. I'm not on fire now. Why am I not on fire?   Ain't no oxygen in space, buddy!   How...   You got flipped out of the gravity well by Bronco. You remember now?   I...yes. I'm

Request Line: Rock and/or Roll

INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY The PRODUCER sits behind his desk, while a harried-looking DJ3000 escorts a pale-faced and shaking ROOMBA to the exit. DJ3000: ...AND I PROMISE YOU THAT WE WILL NEVER ASK YOU TO DO ANYTHING LIKE THIS AGAIN. ROOMBA: [makes sad chiming noise, leaves] PRODUCER: Man, I'm surprised he didn't just

DFO Radio: Crippling Alcoholism

As I mentioned, this isn't the fun-time alcohol party mix. This is the dark side.  I'll let David Foster Wallace share some words on the process, and how bad it can get. (And don't anybody go worrying about me; this isn't a cry for help or anything, as Balls Of

Request Line: Crippling Alcoholism

EXT. ARIZONA STATE HIGHWAY 87 – DAY A car appears to be stalled in the breakdown lane of the northbound lane.  A pair of state troopers, identified here only by their Breitbart.com handles MLK_NO_WAY and ARPAIO4EVR, emerge from their vehicle and walk forward.  The younger-looking of the two - MLK_NO_WAY - unbuckles

Request Line: Intros and Outros

INT. RECORDING STUDIO - DAY The PRODUCER sits at his console looking incredibly vexed. PRODUCER: I can't believe he didn't show up. DJ 3000: Maybe he's sick. PRODUCER: In the middle of the summer? Come on. DJ 3000: Perhaps... PRODUCER: You and I both know it's because he's too hungover to get his ass in gear. DJ