98.1 - decade on the dial - [broadcast!]

[hard_talker]

[the first few bars of "Everybody Knows" drift over the castle radios - if anyone has them on, they'll hear it ... and anyone listening to it with their journal open will consequently broadcast it to everyone else, too. so, no matter what the media, Mark will be projecting his voice to just about every room in the castle, as usual]

Soooo, Friday was a fun little clusterfuck, wasn't it? Bla bla bla yadda yadda whatever, we all got the jitters. But we're still alive, and nothin' came out from under the bed or inside the closet to eat us alive, so I'm gonna go ahead and call it a win. Nice try, Castle Wonderfuck. All you really did was give our newbies Alphonse, Vergil, and Miles a decent initiation. Better to see just what the fuck this place can do right off the bat, so you can start fightin' it, that's what I say.

In other, more important news, Lois Lane and James Watson are still lookin' for info from the last expedition, or anythin' weird that people might've seen around here or in Paris. If you've got a nice juicy anecdote, drop it on 'em and tell 'em Hard Harry sent you!

I haven't heard anyone usin' their nice new radios, yet -- anyone need a crash course in the fine art of the DJ? I could probably throw somethin' together in the ballroom one've these days. Maybe next week I'll do an open broadcast from down there, and anyone who wants to try it out can drop in and throw some music on, say somethin', read a poem, give out some info, whatever. We can make a thing out of it. I know you're out there. I can hear you bitching... and some of you were even goin' on about how shitty some of the music we've got around here is. Well, as a public service, I, Hard Harry, am here to tell you this, with certainty and all the musical knowledge at my disposal:

It. Gets. Worse.

I dunno how many of you from Earth lived through a little decade called the 90s, but lemme tell you, when I was catchin' up on everything this place has to offer in terms of tunes, I went by decade, and I found some reeeeeeeeal STINK BOMBS. I know, I know - I can hear you all right now: "TASTE IS RELATIVE, DUMBASS".

So, for all you relatives, I invite you to judge for yourselves. Ennnnnnnnnnnnnjoy.

[and with that, he'll start playing every. single. song on this list. and all the songs in the comments below it, too. you are so very welcome.]

Comments

[hard_talker]

[WOW INO YOU HAVE SHIT TASTE IN MEN. he at least knows enough to keep that to himself] Uh, not really? Back home there are empty frequency bands here and there - and if you know how to tap into the bandwidth, it's totally free.

[Ino]

... Oh. ... No wonder you don't want him to remember. How'd he end up being such a jackass?

[ino]

Wow, really? That's handy.

[Mark]

I don't really know, that's the thing. I think I might have at some point, but Allen hit me in the head with a baseball, and .... now I don't really remember much about him, besides what happened after I got hit, and what I can scrounge up from the journal. I'm pretty sure it's a second permanent loss.

phone, stop eating my tags at work

[hard_talker]

Yep! Land of the free, man. Gotta love it.

[Ino]

A second one? Jesus, I didn't even know we could lose more than one thing permanently. ... Maybe it's a good thing you don't remember, though, if he's that much of a jackass.

;;

[ino]

... Is that another name for your country? Land of the Free? [LMFAO the sad thing is she's being completely serious, it sounds like a legit name to her]

[Mark]

You can, but I've never seen it happen to anyone who hasn't been here for years and years. I guess we get to have a special "Second Loss" club.

... Yeah, that's what everyone else said when it happened. That it was for the best.

[hard_talker]

Sort of? It's a nickname, comes from a line in our national anthem. ... Which was written by some guy watching a big war battle in the middle of the night. It's actually kind of a neat story, but the song itself is a pain in the ass, because no one can sing it without sounding like a moron. Unless they're like, ridiculously good singers.

[Ino]

That's so fucking funky. ... How long had you been here when it happened?

[ino]

... Yeah, that does sound like a pain in the add. I didn't know you could have a national song, though.

[Mark]

... About three years, I think. A little over that.

[hard_talker]

Yeah, a lotta countries back on Earth have their own songs. It's ... kind of a thing. I'm not really sure why.