I’m with you on that one. Ever think she changed the pronunciation of her name after she got the AAC gig?
I got a copy of it. Along with Orson Welles fucking up a wine commercial.
Wine? I thought it was a tantrum he was having while recording a spot for canned (or frozen, it could have been frozen) vegetables.
'course, it could have been both.
Peter Overby (sp?) really chafes my ass. When he talks it sounds like his tongue has been superglued to the roof of his mouth. WTF?
Must not take much to get on radio anymore.
Allow me to derail it againby mentioning how sexy it sounds when Sylvia Pojoli mentions her own name.
Any body know where I can get one of those Nina Totenbags? :dubious:
Crikey. I’ve never heard any of the objectionable noises Carl or anyone else on NPR are alleged to make.
Could it be that your volume is turned up too damn high or you’re listening on headphones?
Since I started wearing good wireless headphones a lot while listening to classical music, I’m picking up subtle background sound I never heard before - like inhalations and rustlings from the orchestra members. I swear that on one recording, someone in the string section was actually humming along with the music!
The thing that bothers me about Corey Flintoff is his effing overemphasis when saying his name. "I’m Cor-ey Flint-off. " (and you’re not).
The person who annoys me is the gal who does the credits for Fresh Air. She always says, “This is NPR?” Sets my teeth on edge. Oh and Snigdha Prakash ain’t too shabby lookin’.
Nope. dropzone’s assertion is completely valid, although admittedly I’d not realized Kassel’s egregiousness extended back quite so far. I recently considered a pitting, mainly due to the fact many of his words were seemingly expressed through not one but two retainers, but held off just in case he’d recently had thirty two implants.
Based on the convincing groundswell above, I’d now venture such was not the case.
Not particularly good car radio turned up enough that I can hear over the regular car noises. Listen for Carl to slobber and clack tomorrow. He usually has them glued down by the time he tapes “Wait, Wait, Don’t Tell Me.”
Damn! That’s the funniest thing I’ve read all day and made wonder if he’s trying to be the third Magliozzi brother.
Is it possible the Indian woman you’re looking for is
I like Carl Kasell. He’s so old-school. I saw him at a taping of “Wait wait. . .don’t tell me.”
He was wearing a suit and tie and stood ram-rod straight in front of his mic. He looked like he was plucked right from the 1940s.
These names! I have a running theory that the reason Bob Edwards got demoted was that his name was simply too normal and spellable.
Our local public radio station continues the tradition, with people named Tamar Charney, Kaomi Goetz, and Charity Nebbe.
Boy, Lakshmi is a cutie.
I think I remember somebody else mentioning Carl Kassel’s flopping denture problem in a previous thread, but I’m not going to look it up. Needless to say, after I read that comment I began to notice the clicking and slobbering noises in a big way. It makes you think that he’s either licking the microphone as he speaks or he’s got a dog lapping water out of a bowl somewhere nearby. Don’t get me wrong - he has great pronunciation and his voice has a nice timbre to it. It’s the “hand slowly fisting a jar of mayonnaise” noises coming out of his mouth that force me to turn down the volume.
Yeah, Lakshmi Singh is kinda cute. (I also like her “come hither” look in her photo on the NPR site.) She’s has a nice voice with a crisp delivery.
PS: Someone needs to give Garrison Keillor a Breathe Right strip or something. He sounds like he perpetually has his fingers up his nostrils.
I too get totally grossed out listening to Clackmouth.
But I am also, for some reason, annoyed as hell by the way Jean Cochran says the word “today”:
“Sixteen civilians were killed by a car-bomb in Fallujah tidd-DEY?”
Mmmm, her and Snigda nekkid and rolling around in my bedroom would make me a happy man.
Okay, so, in the negative corner, we have:
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Diane Rheim had James Earl Jones on her show a week or two back. Her producer obviously hates her as much as I do.
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Bob Edwards is a cockbite for leaving. Just when I was getting used to him, he abandons me. When I’m an evil dictator, I’m going to kidnap him and make him read for the numbers stations my spies will use to communicate with my hidden island fortress.
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Suzanne Stanberg pisses me off, too. All the time. Seriously, she can go suck on an icicle of frozen goat piss, that’s how bad she bugs me. Always doing these smarmy, feel-good stories about puppies and culture and hugs and shit, in her totally softball non-threatening interview style: “What are those? They’re puppies, you say?” “Oh, and are those puppies… fuzzy?” And don’t even get me started on… what is it, fucking cranberry relish? Is that what they call it? EVERY GODDAMN YEAR!!! FUCK YOU, LADY! I DON’T WANT YOUR FUCKING RECIPE!!!
But Nina Totenberg’s legal analysis gets me hot and bothered. And Lakshmi Singh’s voice is heavenly, too. And Carl is totally my hero, I don’t care what you say.
I love listening to her! She could do audio books and I’d listen.
I love all their voices, actually. Who’s the woman who does the health/medical-related stuff? It took awhile to get used to her voice, but now I like her too.
I’m loving this thread too, because although I have NPR on all the time, and npr.org is my home page, I never see their names in print.
And what are those “sounds you may not have heard before” that Mee-shell talks about? It’s time for a new ATC ad.
Man, I never noticed a problem with Carl. In fact I keep meaning to call Wait Wait . . ., but I just know they’ll call me during a week when I haven’t been listening to the news and I’ll sound like a dork.
I admit that whenever I hear Cokie Roberts I start clearing my throat compulsively, as if that will help her.
The people I really hate to hear are Ira Glass, who always sounds snide and condescending in tone, and Andrei Codrescu, whose voice and content are both annoying.
Then there’s that English-sounding gal as well; but over here on the East Side, I admit to directly addressing Crag Folley when he’s giving the traffic and trying to somehow provide insight on WHY the backup is backed up. Doesn’t matter, Craig, it just is, and your knowing why doesn’t help a soul on 275 South!!
Embarassing to admit that until I went to the WDET website, I would have sworn on the graves of all my little gerbil and kitten friends that it was Martin VanDyke. It’s not. And now when I hear it, it’s obviously not. doh for me.
And to throw in w/ everyone else, Mr. Kassel’s morning oral juiciness is so creepy, it gets me out of bed on time like nothin’ else ever has.