Seminary-trained, Ph.D. professor of journalism, chief operator of Wildcat 91.9. I will not be pushed, filed, stamped, indexed, briefed, debriefed or numbered.
Sad news to report. He was always good to me. "Art Bell Dead: Radio Host Dies, Cause of Death Unclear." It's "Midnight in the desert, Shooting stars across the sky. One of those is Art Bell going take us on a ride."
Rest without pain, my old friend, Jack (200?-2021): Jackula the Vampire Dog, One-Eyed Jack, Jackie "The Pants" (his mob nickname), Mr. Jackson P. Puppybreath. He was the Peabody to my Sherman, my canine companion who crisscrossed the country with me. Sleep the sleep of the just.
My uncle, Richard Punnett, 96, died in his home asleep. Although he was hard of hearing, he chose to serve in WWII, saw a year of combat. He was the only one in his platoon to survive the Bulge, illustrated for Disney, wrote great books you’ll find on Amazon. My aunt is very sad.
Jack’s back. Well, that is my younger son’s back, but after six weeks in the animal hospital, my dog was released today. After receiving 3rd-degree burns over his undercarriage during a routine vet procedure, he was happy to be carried from the car like the conquering hero he is.
Found this random white feather on a stair in my house tonight as I was going to my studio to do a show on John Lennon—just after reading the passage about when John told Julian that if he died, he would reveal his presence to his son through a random white feather. Goosebumps.
I’ve been friendly w/Artie Lange for years. Through his family, I’ve been asked to get a message to
@DocGooden16
from Artie: “Dwight Gooden is trying to win the ‘Die Young’ award. I’m 6 months clean. If I can do it, Doc, so can you. I’m praying for you. Pray for me. Peace.” Amen.
I just checked my profile page. Since the election was called for Biden this morning, I lost 75 Twitter followers.
I'm not sure how, but I will find a way to get by.
Sad to report; Jack is not going to make it. He’s resting comfortably in his upstairs bed with his favorite fuzzy blanket and his Mr. Incredible doll for company (they are not vaccinating plush toys yet, ergo the mask). He’s getting lots love, water and Daddy-bus rides outdoors.
By the of the end of the night,
@itsmemargery
won two Emmys for her work
@azpbs
. Congratulations to all her colleagues/friends on their recognition as well. To all the fans of her
@besttothenest
podcast, you know it's just a matter of time before she wins an award for that, too!
A quick update: Later this fall I'm moving to Kansas State University where I will join the faculty of the A.Q. Miller School of Journalism and Mass Communication and be Chief Operator/Advisor to the student-run alternative rock/hip-hop station, KSDB. Should be fun. Go, Wildcats.
From my visit today with Jack who’ll be in the animal hospital for at least a month while his 3rd degree burns heal. They fashioned a onesie for him to hold his bandages on. It’s joyful to see him, heartbreaking when he has to go back. Good news: no skin grafts so far, healing.
Thank you, all, for the kind birthday greetings and kisses. First birthday without at least one dog (and stray alley cats and porch kittens) since 1997 though. That was weird.
After all these years, I finally got Covid. I'm asymptomatic, but I have to quarantine anyway. The only thing sick about me is my sick hat. Go Wildcats.
Although the Emmy ceremonies are being held remotely and virtually, the statues themselves are real--and
@itsmemargery
already won one tonight (with more categories to come)! Attagirl. Love you, Hon.
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You know why it's a happy Father's Day for me? Because I'm a happy father. What makes me happy? My boys became successful men, which is what I was working so hard for. Plus, they love their mother and respect women. Neither are with me today, but they would be if I asked. Happy.
My wife,
@itsmemargery
, now has 7 EMMY NOMINATIONS for her work on
@azpbs
. On the night of 9/14, say a little prayer we'll have a photo of her holding her own statue! I am so proud of you (then again, I'm proud of you even when you get in the car without hitting your head). xo
In honor of Memorial Day, I am muting hateful trolls. The Constitution says hate-mongers have the right to speak, but there is no Constitutional right to be heard. I choose to listen to the voices of those who died to unite us by muting those who seek to divide. Can I get an RT?
Tonight is the big night! Margery is nominated for six Emmys. Not sure if it is good or bad, but she’s already wearing sunglasses! So proud. Watch this space for updates. Pending!
After what certainly was a kind of stroke last night, Jack has been walking, drinking, eating and resting comfortably all day. Tough night for an old dog but he romped around lawn (however blindly) while I was mowing. Tonight, there’s a major storm and he’s all cuddly. Good boy.
"On 10/22, Ian Punnett will be inducted into the Kansas Association of Broadcasters Hall of Fame and receive a KAB Distinguished Service Award for incredible contributions to the industry."
Almost done:
Become a bobble head
Hall of Fame Somewhere
Ordination
Ph.D.
Happy Family
Good news/bad news on my dog, Jack. He’s still very unhappy and confused about why he can’t go home. The good news is because he is too stressed to eat, he has lost five pounds. If he loses two more he’ll be at his lowest since I’ve known him, which is good for arthritis/chicks.
This is exactly what I wanted for dinner: two eggs, two strips of hickory bacon, a slice of pumpkin pie, and a half-cup coffee. Don’t judge me. Delicious on a cold Kansas night.
Just visited Jack in stir on family day. As you can see, he has to be restrained by the cone of shame and bound up like a mad dog. The burns are healing and his parole date may get moved up. I’m still holding it together, but every “I want to go home” cry is a dagger in my heart.
Before you hate on me, allow me to say that
@itsmemargery
and I booked our
@CruiseNorwegian
vacation when Delta was fading and Omicron wasn’t a thing. We had to be fully vaxxed/boosted/tested before sailing at 52% capacity. Best couples vacation ever. Discuss.
Last year,
@itsmemargery
won TWO Emmys (regional) for her work on
@azpbs
. This year, Margery has just been nominated four MORE times for a total of 15 lifetime! We'll find out in September how many more she's won. Also, congrats are due to
@Brillskymedia
. Attagirl, Munch!
Happy New Year! In Manhattan, KS--"The Little Apple"--a big crowd came out for the Little Apple Ball Drop despite the -0 wind chill. Margery and I stayed in broiling thick pork chops, loading up some mashed potatoes, and had fudge for dessert. Shaky year, but a happy ending! 💋
Just FYI, it looks like I'll be doing
@coasttocoastam
three times a month for the foreseeable future. I'll let you know which dates soon. In the meantime, my production team has already started training.
Dinner for my visiting son: Chateaubriand with a red wine, shallot, and tarragon demi-glacé, oven twice-baked potatoes, sautéed mushrooms, fresh-roasted cream of corn, and grilled asparagus with a curry sauce. It was all so French, afterward my son and I blew up a Nazi bridge.
It’s been over two weeks since Jack’s brush with death. If it were possible, he’s blinder, deafer, and sleepier than ever, but the same love sponge he’s always been. His unsteady seizure walk is just another scar on his body, but he trudges on, hoping for bacon, as do we all.
Happy Birthday Selfie to me!
@itsmemargery
and I waking up to “COVID-free @ 61” in our matching, green plaid L.L. Bean jammies. We’ll see how long we can stay like this before we have our first Zoom meetings. It’s nice to have herself in town. Gives me a reason to cook.
For our friends in the Twin Cities,
@itsmemargery
and I will be on the road soon to celebrate the 20th A, of
@mytalk1071
at Lush! We both miss y’all a lot, but be kind: our eyes are dim, we can barely hear, and we suffer in our dotage. Please introduce yourselves!
I talked with
@GeorgeTakei
the other night; his manager said he would work on getting this American treasure back on
@coasttocoastam
for an hour some weekend.
Let them know how fun this would be,
@lexlonehood
.
Keeping my fingers crossed!
Well, you know what I mean.
Sometimes I work right next Jack’s bed so that my old, blind dog can sense my presence while he sleeps. He often wakes up a little while I am typing so that I can reassure him he’s a good dog several times. Then he blinks slowly, exhales a snort, and returns to his slumbers.
@itsmemargery
and I visited Jack in the animal hospital today. I asked to see him without bandages. He might be okay enough to come home Thursday after six weeks there. I asked him if was ready to come home. He seemed to say “yes” but he’d agree to anything right now.
Honest to Pete, has one single COVID-denier admitted they were wrong yet? Every single metric, every facile dismissal such as "it's just a cold, an ordinary flu, it'll be over by Easter," blah, blah, blah, has been proven wrong to a medical certainty. Has one said, "My bad" yet?
With the New Year, while I am grateful for effective healthcare, I am weary of using my body as a science experiment. These bottles represent the drugs I had to take in 2022. I have decided to live in pain from now on, so I have just two minor Rx left. My goal is
#pillfree2023
.
My wife: I am staying late at work, so I'm going to get nachos as a reward . . . no wonder I can't lose weight (she looks great, BTW).
Me: You could say, "It's nacho fault."
Silence.
My wife: That doesn't even make sense.
Me: I said, "It's nacho fault."
Silence.
Sigh.
Five days since Jack’s major stroke and he’s still improving. It’s not easy caring for a dog that is blind, deaf, and often weak, but judging by his snoring, he’s at peace. If Jack’s loud slumbers don’t indicate the truth of his recovery, I’d rather let a sleeping dog lie.
Let's be clear. George Noory is a friend/colleague who deserves to be defended from online cheap shots. I'm sure many C2C listeners complain about me to GN, but I never hear a word. I've been on the inside since 1998. Art was great, but often mercurial. His woes were his own.
True story. In 2003, I was standing on Michigan Ave. talking to my producer as Eric Clapton walks by.
Me: Hey, Rob, hang on second.
Me: (to Clapton) I love you.
E.C: (as he kept walking) Thanks, mate.
Me: (to Rob) That was Eric Clapton. He said, "Thanks, mate." You were saying?
Although I didn't know Rush Limbaugh, I was allowed into his studio once and that was cool. Regardless of what you may think of him, he almost single-handedly saved the AM dial from a premature extinction. Thousands of people in media owe their jobs to him indirectly. RIP, Rush.
You know what's fun? For five years, I've told every Trumpista that their god was a dangerous narcissist/sociopath who'd burn down democracy to save his weenie ego. For the last two days, cable news pundits have sounded like "Ian's Twitter Feed: The Audio Book."
Worth the wait.
It was a tough night for Jack. Poor boy, he just cannot get comfortable after the sun goes down. He sleeps with determination and gusto while the sun is shining, however. I lose on both ends. Since Jack is old enough to be my dad, though, I dote on my super hero in his honor.
Hey, all you politicians insisting we need the names of Confederate generals on U.S. military bases in order to honor our "shared historical struggle" to make a "more perfect union" as it exists today, one question:
How many of your children are named after your old girfriends?
With 3” of snow coming, I’m snuggling in for the night w/a classic croque-madame sandwich & cream of tomato soup. Nutty gruyere cheese, prosciutto on the inside sealed w/a broiled egg yolk & a bechamel coating on top, all on sour dough bread. Let it snow. I’m watching the Series.
This is the face of a man who has turned in all his grading and closed the book on another semester. One half-day off and I start writing my next round of syllabi. Maestro, music please.
Good news! After our worst night yet, Jack got a stay at the vet’s this AM. I had to carry him around some but he was better. The kindly vet confirmed Jack had a major stroke, but if he doesn’t have more within two weeks, he could be undead for years.
Let me pass along some bankable life advice that is particularly true online. If anybody attempts to get you to engage with them by insulting you, pass it off with a joke and then ignore them no matter how many times they try. Only engage with people that are worthy of you.
I’ve worn these shorts for 25 summers, which requires much mending in the winter. A Ph.D. cohort from China felt they were disreputable for an older scholar of my life achievement, so he gave them a nickname that will be on my epitaph: “He Wore the Shorts of a Much Younger Man.”
Two things:
A) My new suspense fiction podcast series drops in 2023 on the
@coasttocoastam
platform. The plan is for four limited series per year.
B) I have given up Twitter for Lent as of midnight. In the meantime, be safe, warm, happy.
Deus te amat. Cheers, Ian
The only downside to my holiday visit from my beautiful, hardworking wife,
@itsmemargery
, is having to put her back on a plane to AZ—at 4:50 a.m. New Year’s Day morning. The dog didn’t even raise an eyelid when we left. He had the right idea. I hope he’s saving me a spot.
Sunday night on
@coasttocoastam
, "Bunker: Building for End Times"--a study in fear, privilege and the apocalypse. Written by a guy who lived with self-proclaimed preppers, several reviewers call the book a page-turner. Hopefully, if I do it right, the show won't be a dial-turner!
Breaking News: Rep. George Santos has been elected new Speaker of the House on a secret ballot (according to his wife and spokeswoman, Morgan Fairchild).
Just about to go on the air, and who should I find in my chair? My younger son’s cat, Winston. He’s traveling for the summer, so Winston is our cat in the meantime. At about 20 lbs and two feet long, he’s used to getting his way. Not tonight, buddy. Airtime. Go catch a mouse.
You know what sucks? Getting all dressed up for church in order to leave on time only to be late because the bishop was visiting and they changed the service time! Further proof that no matter how hard I try, I will be late for my own funeral!
Well, I’m too smart to fall for this shit. Only an idiot measures success against perfection. “If seatbelts worked, how come so many people die in car crashes? If washing your hands before surgery worked, how come patients die of infection?” Up your game or STFU. Wear a mask.
@deaconpunnett
If masks work why are so many getting sick in shutdown California covid19 blown out of proportion why is seasonal flu down over 90%. Ian I thought you were smarter than this...
Question: How fast can I hit the automatic hatch-close button with my one free hand and grab my gallon of milk before the door hits me in the head?
Answer: Not fast enough.
@kimmeruwp
@christinaroto
I had no suspicions about what you meant about your boyfriend until you "clarified it." Now, I'm seeing this video in a completely different way . . .
Okay American now is the time...
Comment your vote then retweet this post and Monday I'll pick 10 people who will win a pair of buttons.
Who will it be?
Mothman or Bigfoot
Only you can decide.
#Vote
#Election2020
#Bigfoot
#Mothman
I just read your last ten tweets and I cannot tell you how grateful I am you do not like me. You whine about everything, dude! I consider it an honor to add my name to the long, long list of things that irritate you. Go, team.
Just settled on my
@coasttocoastam
schedule for December. Friday 12/7 and back again on 12/28 and 12/29. No idea about guests yet, but I have come cool options on my desk. I'll do a little reading this weekend and let y'all know!
Whenever my local grocery store puts out boneless, skinless thighs, I grab them because—as everyone knows—they make the best fried chicken in red flake dredge. I ate one for dinner, saved the rest for chicken sandwiches on a bun with pickles and a homemade sriracha/lime mayo.
I got my new
@hexclad
set on Thursday, but I couldn’t decide what dish to prepare first. Yesterday, the woman in the parking garage booth said she had never had shrimp and grits. She loves soul food, but she’d never had that. She won’t be able to say that for much longer.
I felt like cooking. Margery was in the mood for a lighter, summer soup, so I roasted a large zucchini from a neighbor, a pepper, an onion, and an apple for sweetness and puréed them together. In a separate pan, I crisped bacon with garlic and blended them schmaltz and seasoning.
In my Wildcat 91.9 mask, today I vote. Before blood snows, armed militias, “poll watchers,” murder hornets, sharknadoes, or parousia zombies try to stop me, I will be counted. On to the local courthouse to nail my ballot on the Wittenberg Door. This is my “Here I stand” moment.
While I love all the "I Voted" stickers being flashed around Twitter, I want to give a shout out to the people like me who mailed in their ballots weeks ago. We never get a sticker. In fact, it was so long ago that I have forgotten the names of the judges I checked off randomly.
Tonight I have prepared for you a chicken cacciatore over a fontina cheese polenta. It was my first. Other than forgetting the olives (they were ready to toss in!), I stuck the landing. Only ate one of those thighs, so I’ll be eating this for a couple days (not complaining).
Question: To break through the Thanksgiving leftover haze, I prepared a cheddar cheese brat with chili and sauerkraut on a King’s Hawaiian bun. Overkill?
Hey,
@mytalk1071
listeners. Look who I dropped off this morning at the PHX airport at 5:45am? Just doing my part to get
@LoriJulia
back to the MSP in time for her show today. You're welcome, Twin Cities.
My life is good. In a few hours, I host
@coasttocoastam
with
@joshuapwarren
and Tim Binnall in the first half hour, then the latest fiction-from-science book from Mark Alpert. Spoiler alert: Super Storm Zelda is three years away. Also, all Ric Ocasek/Cars bumpers all night. Fun.
Happy Father's Day, if you're celebrating it. Because I have a routine colonoscopy on Monday, I can only drink liquids. My younger son, who makes wicked good coffee, got up to make me a cup. My older one is taking me to the procedure. Who needs presents when you have presence?
Sure, it was a frozen Hungry Man Thanksgiving turkey dinner online, but with my boys and
@itsmemargery
on FaceTime, it felt like a buffet at the Ritz. Happy Thanksgiving. Wherever you are, know that you are missed by the people who are where you aren’t. Pass the love.
See this? Radio talk show hosts are the worst. I remember when my late father came up to me after I was married and tried to shake hands with me. I pushed it away and went back to hugging him and kissing on the cheek. He secretly loved it. I slobber on my boys like a St. Bernard.