one of these buttons makes the program a dynamic, wildly varied musical smorgasbord with an expertly delivered narrative enouciated with the most mellifluous of voices. Another button plunges the entire affair into a one-dimensional, murky morass, with feeble excuses mumbled every hour or so by a host whose tone can charitably be described as inconsolable. 

The bottom line is I haven’t slept properly in over a week and I can no longer remember which button is which.  If i were a betting man (and after a recent disastrous trip to Nevada, I’m not sure I’m betting _or_ a man) I would opt for scenario B, but who can really say for certain.  

Maybe there’s a button that opens a trap door.  Or another that launches the missiles towards Williamson County.  Or another still that commissions an op-ed that examines the ramifications of bodega sushi.  The only way to find out for certain is to listen to this week’s show in it’s glorious entirety.