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"And so it came to pass that a young man sometimes known as ticktock volunteered at a college radio station called CJSW.

"And after some time, the powers that be smiled upon ticktock and trained him in the mysterious arts of the programmer, also known as the disc jockey.

"And there came a day when ticktock's trainer stepped back and said, 'You are ready. The time has come.'

"And so ticktock sent his entranced audience a two-hour package of musical goodness, and lo, the powers that be were pleased."

Lisa, my trainer, couldn't stop raving to everybody else about how awesome a job I was doing. Overhearing her saying so to someone else in the hall was truly excellent, even better than hearing her tell me, because that way I knew she meant it.

Jane, the program director, is already trying to get me to do showfills for people who aren't going to be around. She said she was listening to my show while stuck in traffic, and it was fantastic.

See, I don't get a lot of praise, so when I do, it really means something. I feel pretty good about myself today.

And so I have to send mad grats out to my boy Leningrad, who happily shouldered some of the burden of composing the playlist. Fuckin' A, dude.