One more Maine note: WCYI (93.9 Lewiston), still for sale by the Citadel-spinoff Last Bastion Station Trust, has dropped its simulcast of WCLZ (98.9 Brunswick), as that station heads for Saga ownership. WCYI’s now running an automated all-blues format while Last Bastion seeks a buyer. And the “Greetings from Area Code 207″ local-music show that was heard on WCLZ under Citadel ownership is staying with the company; it’s moved to WBLM (102.9 Portland).

I actually heard this “automated all-blues format” on 93.9 the other night on the way back from work. There were no DJ’s no voice tracking, hardly any station promos aside from announcing the frequency and call letters at the top of the hour. It was like listening to a blues fan’s iPod on shuffle or something. It’s a shame it most likely won’t stay that way, because it’s really cool to hear something different on the radio.

Between that, the full moon clearly visible in the pre-sunset sky, and my impending change of job/career/industry, the carpool home Wednesday night felt like something altogether new, alien, and exciting.

Oh, and…RED SOX FTW! ‘Nuff said.

So for all of you who read my whining about my current job (back at the old blog) – thank you. Your prayers, happy thoughts, and especially your Positive Rastaman Vibrations seem to have worked.

The Phantom of Krankor salutes you.

(Oh, and yes, I’ve changed the site template again.)

In a bizarre turn of events, my wife and I have become avid Red Sox followers, since around game 3 or 4 of the ALCS. We spent our Wednesday “date night” last night watching game 1 of the World Series.

Who are we, and what have we done with us?

Irony of the night: We had been hanging out at The Old Goat, Richmond’s local Irish-esque pub, and crowds were beginning to file in to watch game 1 of the series. They weren’t able to tune in the beginning of the game with their DirecTV set up. Instead, a white screen took the place of FOX, announcing “We’re aware that this station is temporarily unavailable. We’ll get it working soon – no need to call!” I don’t know if they ever got it working – the pub owner had decided to listen to the game on the radio before we left.

After finishing our drinks, we went home and tuned it in without a problem via our amplified rabbit ears, chuckling whenever they showed a replay via the “DirecTV Diamond Cam.” Good times.