Phil Fountain
A News Cafe’: Online to On-Air
Click here to listen to the audio Part of the News Café team gathered at KLXR’s downtown Redding studio Monday to record a radio spot. Click above for a 20-second audio preview of Doni, Kelly, Jim and Steve hamming it up for Bob of KLXR. Phil Fountain couldn’t make… Continue Reading
Takin’ A Walk On Madison Avenue
Advertising is in my blood. Medical science is baffled, but it really is in my blood. So, naturally when the distillers of Old Grand Dad Bourbon Whiskey asked if I would do the layout introducing their new product in a… Continue Reading
Jinks! Take A Letter!
Dear Gum Tree, This letter is to inform you that I am in contact with the crack legal team of Hoongadoonga, Hoongadoonga, Hoongadoonga & McCormick in regard to your recent vicious attack on my person. I have no doubt the… Continue Reading
A Sketch a Day (Keeps the Readers Away)
You know, folks, I don’t think I’ve been inflicting enough damage here on A News Café. In fact, I resolve to post a sketch a day until I bring this website to its quivering cyber-knees. I’m just the guy who… Continue Reading
It’s All a Matter of Taste
If you’ve been a regular visitor to Food for Thought: A News Cafe you are probably a discerning reader. I imagine you are endowed with oodles of the ephemeral and widely coveted trait known as “taste.” Again, as a frequent… Continue Reading
‘Improv Cartooning’ at Art Hop Fundraiser
Not since Barnum first unveiled his geeks has there been a sideshow with quite the same oddball curiosity factor and heart-wrenching pathos as the one that will be on display at the Enjoy magazine offices tonight. Witness for yourselves, ladies… Continue Reading
Philbert’s Phun Phactoids
• A “catapult” has nothing to do with cats. Don’t ask me how I know. • A “whirling dervish” is not a mid-20th century toy manufactured by Whammo, but is an American prison rite of initiation involving plumbing fixtures. Don’t… Continue Reading
Confessions of an Ice-Cream Socialist
I was listening to the Tush Limburger Show on my radio (don’t bother trying, mine is the only radio that’s equipped to receive it with any frequency . . . about once a week, thank you) and he was ranting… Continue Reading
Call Me ‘Other,’ Brother
My campoon for Redding City Council, despite a massive wave of public indifference, has sadly crashed on history’s harsh rocks and splintered into a million disconnected pixels on your computer’s monitor. I now concede that the “official” candidates who filed… Continue Reading


