WZDA began as WHBM on June 18, 1962 under license to Xenia, Ohio; the WHBM call letters stood for "Harry B. Miller", the station's owner and general manager. WHBM was the FM sister station to AM station WELX in Xenia and WERM-FM in Wapakoneta. WELX-AM and WHBM-FM began operations in the late 1960s with a middle of the road format, then switching in the early 1970s to progressive jazz and soul gospel. WHBM_FM, began operations first in 1962 from the second floor above "The Dutch Oven" bakery on North Detroit St., in Xenia. WELX-AM began operations several years later. Both stations eventually operated from the WELX transmitter site adjacent to U.S. Route 35 off June Drive in Xenia. Both stations miraculously survived the April 3, 1974 tornado which ravaged Xenia and nearby Beavercreek. However, a fire destroyed the small studio/transmitter building around 1977, thus WELX and WHBM both went silent.
The-X is a Canadian children's TV program on CBC Television, televised during the 2004-2005 television season. It was replaced by The Void in 2005, and The Outlet in 2006.
The show is targeted to children between the ages of eight and 12. Sally Gifford and Anthony McLean are in-studio hosts, who interview celebrities and do various comedy segments. The roles of the cast are not fixed and often vary. Morgan Waters goes on the road, across the country, interviewing children, ordinary people, and sometimes celebrities as well. At its inception, the program was named the InfoMatrix, was hosted by McLean and provided Canadian history. Gifford then joined the cast, followed by Morgan Waters, then Kythrine Butcher.
Anthony left at one point (there was a special episode dedicated to his leaving), and Waters moved on to The Morgan Waters Show.
Recurring segments
In each Professor Peabody segment, the professor thinks he has invented something new, but finds out his inventions are hardly original. The resulting humiliation then causes the professor to explode.
Huffing The Proverbial Line Off The Proverbial Dong -or- Blood & The Frog
You can't dig what you don't understand, boy Sometimes it's the only way Well, the misery's so fucking exciting Well, the fashion of it all's the fucking rage. These are hammers on strings making notes, babe With blood and the frog in my throat These are binders covered in bad poetry Now knowing what it's really all about. Oh where, oh where, oh where... Did you get that stupid shit-eating grin that you wear? And what, or who got you through the door? You're a piece of meat on the killing floor. These are closed and velvet ropes And a curtain-sipping cokes To be certain, it's so slow That it's hurting, don't you know? Take your chances in the killing fields With all the snakes and dogs And dance 'til you bleed and bone touches steel And all your hope is gone.
