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105.7 - let the day begin
Feb. 21st, 2013 10:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hard_talker[so, guess what, everyone? instead of getting a broadcast at 10 PM, this week, you are getting it at 10 AM. Hard Harry hopes some of you aren't fond of sleeping late, because he cracks the journal open, fires up his broadcast equipment, and turns up his designated theme, letting it play nearly all the way through before fading it out]
Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood MORNING Paradisa! Do not adjust your dials, don't maul your clocks, your brains do not decieve you. It is, in fact, Thursday morning, and in keeping with my own personal creed, this is your pal Hard Harry, shakin' things up a little bit with your weekly dose of attitude and info, some brain fuel to go with your mornin' coffee. So what've we got this week in the way of news?
Valentine's Day, bla bla bla! Chocolates! You kissed someone you don't even know! You got engaged to a jerk! You sang and broke glass, because really, you should NEVER be allowed to sing, but hey, the castle made you do it anyway!
You know what happy sappy Afterschool Special Life Lesson Castle Wonderfuck taught me, this V-Day? Seriously? Here it is:
We are living in the crazy magic castle version of Las Vegas. We're just missing the actual gambling and the big huge buffets and the showgirls. Oh, and the mob, but I think we came out better for that one, but your mileage may vary.
Some of you were total hermits and hid it out, but as for yours truly, I just locked my door and road-tested it all with Nora. Annnnnd. Got. Drunk. [which is why he didn't broadcast on Friday again, like he did last week, because, well, you know. HANGOVERS and eighteen-year-olds, they do not mix.] So that was fun, and no, your pal Harry does not kiss and tell. Get your own.
The revolving door rate around here's gettin' a little better lately, in other news. We lost about as many people as we gained, which - I don't know about you guys, but that always feels a bit more like a fair trade. Let's roll out the welcome wagon for Yukiko, Mukuro, Castle, Matilda, and Kate.
If you're feeling like being a helpful member of society, someone was askin' about whether or not we've kept a running log of all the holiday bullshit that goes on here. Come on, go help the guy out, drop him a line, it'll take you all of two minutes to write a note, yeah?
Oh, and uh, just putting this out there? One of you is a TOTAL creeper. Yeah, I'm talking about you, animal testing douche.
Come on, people. Get up, get moving. Spring's almost here, or it better fuckin' be, and I don't know about you, but I've been totally ready for it for weeks. Here's a little somethin' to start your day up... and if you wanna give me any news or just shoot the shit, the lines are open.
[and with that? your tunes, fair citizens]
Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood MORNING Paradisa! Do not adjust your dials, don't maul your clocks, your brains do not decieve you. It is, in fact, Thursday morning, and in keeping with my own personal creed, this is your pal Hard Harry, shakin' things up a little bit with your weekly dose of attitude and info, some brain fuel to go with your mornin' coffee. So what've we got this week in the way of news?
Valentine's Day, bla bla bla! Chocolates! You kissed someone you don't even know! You got engaged to a jerk! You sang and broke glass, because really, you should NEVER be allowed to sing, but hey, the castle made you do it anyway!
You know what happy sappy Afterschool Special Life Lesson Castle Wonderfuck taught me, this V-Day? Seriously? Here it is:
We are living in the crazy magic castle version of Las Vegas. We're just missing the actual gambling and the big huge buffets and the showgirls. Oh, and the mob, but I think we came out better for that one, but your mileage may vary.
Some of you were total hermits and hid it out, but as for yours truly, I just locked my door and road-tested it all with Nora. Annnnnd. Got. Drunk. [which is why he didn't broadcast on Friday again, like he did last week, because, well, you know. HANGOVERS and eighteen-year-olds, they do not mix.] So that was fun, and no, your pal Harry does not kiss and tell. Get your own.
The revolving door rate around here's gettin' a little better lately, in other news. We lost about as many people as we gained, which - I don't know about you guys, but that always feels a bit more like a fair trade. Let's roll out the welcome wagon for Yukiko, Mukuro, Castle, Matilda, and Kate.
If you're feeling like being a helpful member of society, someone was askin' about whether or not we've kept a running log of all the holiday bullshit that goes on here. Come on, go help the guy out, drop him a line, it'll take you all of two minutes to write a note, yeah?
Oh, and uh, just putting this out there? One of you is a TOTAL creeper. Yeah, I'm talking about you, animal testing douche.
Come on, people. Get up, get moving. Spring's almost here, or it better fuckin' be, and I don't know about you, but I've been totally ready for it for weeks. Here's a little somethin' to start your day up... and if you wanna give me any news or just shoot the shit, the lines are open.
[and with that? your tunes, fair citizens]