It's time for The Eric Paul Johnson Radiotrola Program! It's full of fun, laughs, and merriment!
http://capsuper.podomatic.com/entry/2012-05-25T19_00_00-07_00

I've been alive forever. Well, ok, 43 years. From my perspective that's forever, and Sunday night has always felt the same. During the '70s, every Sunday night in the '80s, throughout the '90s, and all the Sunday nights of the 21^st century so far, Sunday has always had the same sobering unpleasantness. A mixture of gloom, a feeling of spinning my wheels, with a touch of doom added for flavor.

I hate Sunday nights. They remind me that the week is over. Another week, where despite my best efforts, I'm still where I was last Sunday night. I haven't made a lick of progress. I'm still as dirt poor, if not poorer, than I was last week, and I'm nowhere closer to achieving my nagging dreams of being a paid writer, cartoonist, or radio personality.

Oh, I try and think positive. Maybe this coming week will be the week that changes everything! The offer comes through. A person in power says, “Son, I like your writing! I'm buying your story. Here's a check for $500,000.”

But of course it doesn't happen. Another Sunday night saunters up next to me and reminds me that I still haven't accomplished any of the important goals in my life.

The obvious notion is that Sunday night is so full of gloom because I have to go back to work in the morning. But the thing is, I haven't been able to find work in four years. I don't have some soul-deadening job to go to in the morning to slowly suck the life out of me. I'm unemployed. I get up everyday, and do my usual routines. Which aren't all that different from what I do on any Sunday. One day isn't too different from another.

And yet...It's Sunday night, and I'm not the effervescent joy I usually am. I have the same feeling I do every Sunday night, even when I had a job and when I was going to school as a kid.

Stupid Sunday nights. Here to remind that I haven't made a bit of progress in the last week.

I try and perk things up. I watch Animation Domination on Fox, listen to Dr. Demento, sometimes go out with friends. But as much enjoyable distraction as I try to heap onto Sunday night, they end at some point and I'm alone with my thoughts. “It's Sunday night...I'm in the same place I was last Sunday night.”

Yes, yes, some of you are saying, “well try to make it a better week.” You think I don't do that? You think I don't try and get work as a writer. Spend every second of the day trying to figure out how to get more people to listen to my radio show? How to get things done? Every week I'm doing that. Yet every Sunday night, another week has ended and I'm sitting here thinking, “Well, there's another week I didn't accomplish anything despite my best efforts.”

And it's a good bet you do it, too. You go to your jobs, you try and accomplish your things. But every Sunday night you're where you were last Sunday night. Certainly I'm not be the only one who feels like this.

Listen to my radio show anytime. It's like LiveJournal, but with sound!

http://capsuper.podomatic.com/entry/2012-05-18T19_00_00-07_00

No time to do a new show this week, so here's a Radiotrola rerun from the archives. Enjoy!
http://kdbxfm.podomatic.com/entry/2012-05-04T19_00_00-07_00

Announcements, more burning stupid, and Shaz sings on this week's Eric Paul Johnson Radiotrola Program!
http://capsuper.podomatic.com/entry/2012-04-27T19_00_00-07_00

http://capsuper.podomatic.com/entry/2012-04-13T19_00_00-07_00

Had a rotten Friday night? Then a NEW Eric Paul Johnson Radiotrola Program is here to make it insignificantly better! A Biting Report, Eric on another radio show again, a surprise gift for Shaz Pratt, The PhunFone, some filler, and listener mail!
http://capsuper.podomatic.com/entry/2012-04-06T19_00_00-07_00

Eric bags a Teabagger, a new celebrity I.D., Cait correction, and Point/Katerpoint on this week's Eric Paul Johnson Radiotrola Program!
http://capsuper.podomatic.com/entry/2012-03-02T20_00_00-08_00