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paradisa2012-02-27 08:55 pm
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99.1 - crank it higher every time they told you to stop
[broadcasting. it's not something he really wants to do, when he wakes up in the morning and realizes it's Monday. he's perfectly inclined to ignore the journal for the rest of the day and let everyone stew in their indecision and their squabbling, because things are pretty much a mess.
and then Jet asks what happened, and he finds that he's more than happy to tell him. at dinnertime, he goes down to the kitchen, grabs a bag of chips and a Pepsi, and takes Nora's tie-dye banner down off the wall, folding it and wearing it back up to his room over his shoulders like a kid playing dress-up. and then he sits in his chair, eating chips, reading over the last couple weeks' entries, and stewing in the physical representation of what he's beginning to think was the biggest mistake he ever made.
but the more he reads, the more he looks at it with a little distance, some rest, and some fresh eyes ... the more he realizes just what he's seeing.
so come ten o'clock, the music starts, and it just keeps on going for the first couple of songs - one of which, YES, is eleven minutes and change long.]
Hey there, hi there, ladies, gents, germs and jackasses, and welcome to Monday night on Desolation Row. I'm your host, Hard Harry, and in case you're wonderin' why you haven't heard from me in nearly two weeks? I've got a girlfriend, folks, you figure it out.
[he jams a button on his soundboard and there's a soundclip of random porn music and a falsetto "OH GOD, YES" - and then a record scratch]
But even though I'm sure you're all pretty glad you don't need to hear me fillin' up my gym socks on a regular basis anymore...? That's enough dirty talk outta me, let's get to the dirt that's goin' down around Home Sweet Castle Wonderfuck.
Two weeks' worth of new people! Let's see how fast I can rattle 'em all off. [he glances down at his list and punches a drumroll button on his soundboard as he sucks in a deep breath] Sam Flynn, Hans, Huey, Starbuck, Sarah Jane, Faramir, Boober, Tres, Esther, Jim, Rapunzel, and Vicious. PHEW. Ten seconds, not bad. Anyway, all of you, welcome to Castle Wonderfuck, if you haven't heard it from someone already.
And hey, gold stars for those've you who've been actually using your radios! But you know what I really wanna talk about today? Talking.
Because you guys are actually doing it for once! And I don't just mean going "bla bla bla losses kitchen microwave castle sucks, wanna go home", I mean you're actually getting INTO it, bringing up the things that matter to you and why, hashin' shit out. Sure, I know for a fact that a lot of you didn't like 'em, but shit, if this is what it took, I would've thrown those ten shitty little rules up MONTHS AGO.
For those of you in the dark ... allow yours truly to shed a little light on the subject. The Peace Patrol had a meeting last Monday, and the subjects of rules an' government came up. There's a lotta talk goin' on now about whether we even NEED a government, let alone how it should be set up an' who's gonna be part of it an' what kinda rules it'd follow if we had one. Personally, I think a stable government here's got as much chance as a snow cone's got in hell, if less, since we can all decide on one easy answer about as quick as a normal guy could get off watchin' Lawrence Welk. [he punches another button on the sound board and there's the sound of obnoxious polka, very briefly] But the truth is, we've got three prisoners bein' held down in the basement, and everyone's tryin' to figure out what the fuck to do with 'em. And if we ain't gonna have rules, but we're gonna try an' keep the peace anyway, where the hell is the line? And if there even IS a line, is it drawn in chalk, or Sharpie, or did we just scratch it in the sand?
I dunno where this trip we're all on now's gonna end up, but at least someone finally started up the bus. So, you guys can all either pile on and hope you packed a decent lunch, or you can stay home, so to speak. Me? I'm lookin' forward to the ride. Maybe I almost forgot for a while there, but this sorta thing is what bein' a real DJ's all about.
[and he'll let the music play again ... for all of one song]
Oh, and if you're looking for something a little less serious, turn your journals to [page number]. You might get just as much of a kick out of it as I did.
[music resumes. enjoy your broadcast day, Paradisa. he knows he certainly will]
and then Jet asks what happened, and he finds that he's more than happy to tell him. at dinnertime, he goes down to the kitchen, grabs a bag of chips and a Pepsi, and takes Nora's tie-dye banner down off the wall, folding it and wearing it back up to his room over his shoulders like a kid playing dress-up. and then he sits in his chair, eating chips, reading over the last couple weeks' entries, and stewing in the physical representation of what he's beginning to think was the biggest mistake he ever made.
but the more he reads, the more he looks at it with a little distance, some rest, and some fresh eyes ... the more he realizes just what he's seeing.
so come ten o'clock, the music starts, and it just keeps on going for the first couple of songs - one of which, YES, is eleven minutes and change long.]
Hey there, hi there, ladies, gents, germs and jackasses, and welcome to Monday night on Desolation Row. I'm your host, Hard Harry, and in case you're wonderin' why you haven't heard from me in nearly two weeks? I've got a girlfriend, folks, you figure it out.
[he jams a button on his soundboard and there's a soundclip of random porn music and a falsetto "OH GOD, YES" - and then a record scratch]
But even though I'm sure you're all pretty glad you don't need to hear me fillin' up my gym socks on a regular basis anymore...? That's enough dirty talk outta me, let's get to the dirt that's goin' down around Home Sweet Castle Wonderfuck.
Two weeks' worth of new people! Let's see how fast I can rattle 'em all off. [he glances down at his list and punches a drumroll button on his soundboard as he sucks in a deep breath] Sam Flynn, Hans, Huey, Starbuck, Sarah Jane, Faramir, Boober, Tres, Esther, Jim, Rapunzel, and Vicious. PHEW. Ten seconds, not bad. Anyway, all of you, welcome to Castle Wonderfuck, if you haven't heard it from someone already.
And hey, gold stars for those've you who've been actually using your radios! But you know what I really wanna talk about today? Talking.
Because you guys are actually doing it for once! And I don't just mean going "bla bla bla losses kitchen microwave castle sucks, wanna go home", I mean you're actually getting INTO it, bringing up the things that matter to you and why, hashin' shit out. Sure, I know for a fact that a lot of you didn't like 'em, but shit, if this is what it took, I would've thrown those ten shitty little rules up MONTHS AGO.
For those of you in the dark ... allow yours truly to shed a little light on the subject. The Peace Patrol had a meeting last Monday, and the subjects of rules an' government came up. There's a lotta talk goin' on now about whether we even NEED a government, let alone how it should be set up an' who's gonna be part of it an' what kinda rules it'd follow if we had one. Personally, I think a stable government here's got as much chance as a snow cone's got in hell, if less, since we can all decide on one easy answer about as quick as a normal guy could get off watchin' Lawrence Welk. [he punches another button on the sound board and there's the sound of obnoxious polka, very briefly] But the truth is, we've got three prisoners bein' held down in the basement, and everyone's tryin' to figure out what the fuck to do with 'em. And if we ain't gonna have rules, but we're gonna try an' keep the peace anyway, where the hell is the line? And if there even IS a line, is it drawn in chalk, or Sharpie, or did we just scratch it in the sand?
I dunno where this trip we're all on now's gonna end up, but at least someone finally started up the bus. So, you guys can all either pile on and hope you packed a decent lunch, or you can stay home, so to speak. Me? I'm lookin' forward to the ride. Maybe I almost forgot for a while there, but this sorta thing is what bein' a real DJ's all about.
[and he'll let the music play again ... for all of one song]
Oh, and if you're looking for something a little less serious, turn your journals to [page number]. You might get just as much of a kick out of it as I did.
[music resumes. enjoy your broadcast day, Paradisa. he knows he certainly will]
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