101.1 - so much to say

[hard_talker]

[at 10 PM tonight, a certain familiar tune only strikes up for a few moments before being cut off by the sound of a soda can getting cracked open]

Heeeeeeey, it's Monday, Monday, Monday, and this is your favorite DJ, Hard Harry, welcomin' you all to another weird week in Castle Wonderfuck. We've got an awful lotta ground to cover this week, I've got a lot of things on my mind, and believe me when I say, you're gonna head about all of 'em. I think for this week's musical accompaniment, we'll throw on a nice little album from The Wallflowers. So sue me for being a little lazy, I think I've earned it. I just got back from my second official DJ gig, down in the ballroom, which -- unless you lived under a rock all day, you probably heard about it: my close personal friend the Doc got hitched today. [there was a very rocking bachelor party, as well. there was glow bowling, and silly string, and not really an awful lot of topless women, because that's neither Eleven's style, nor his chosen best "man"s.] To everyone that made it, hey, thanks for goin'. To everyone that didn't? You missed one hell of a party. Though, I guess if you were still tapped out from that insane boot camp I heard about, I guess you might get a pass.

Before I get the ball rolling on everything else, let's say hi to this week's crop of shining new faces. Just look for that vaguely pissed and/or glazed look in their eyes in the halls, and you'll probably be able to pick out Cloud, Koriand'r, Shiemi, Robb, and Shining Armor - wait, are you fucking serious? It's a little late for that, isn't it? Armor, buddy, if that's your real name, the princesses and the evil witches were all around last week.

In case any of you didn't know, it was my girlfriend Nora's birthday. So everyone send her joke cards about being old and decrepit and shit, because she's finally that thing that we all dread becoming: aaaaan ADULT. Okay, so she's not legally adult enough to buy booze, but back home she'd be able to vote and buy scratch tickets, so that's gotta be worth somethin', right?

[there's a brief pause as he lights up a cigarette, then continues]

I'd like to bring this week's broadcast on home with a little piece of my mind. You guys can turn it off, turn it up, turn it down, throw the journal or the radio or however you're listenin' to me out the window or into the bathtub, I don't care. But I got to flippin' through the books and checkin' the date, yesterday, and I realized, holy shit: it was Mother's Day. Well, American Mother's Day, other places have it a week early or a week late, I can never remember which. Mostly because yeah, I'll be the first idiot to step up to the plate and admit it: America is fucking weird. And I know, I know, "Oh," everyone says, "here goes widdaw Harry, missin' his mommy". And yeah, maybe I kinda do? But it's weird. I miss .... [there's a pause as he takes a drag off his cigarette and gathers his thoughts] ... some of the things I remember about her. I miss specific things that happened, just like I probably will back home when I move out or whatever. I don't miss her cooking, that's for damn sure. But ... all those things they say mothers are supposed to be: all supportive and emotional and caring and shit? All the stuff that gets printed up on pieces of paper with pretty ribbons that go for five, six bucks a pop just to get tossed in the trash the next morning? ... I know plenty of people here who can do that if I need 'em to. And I've got a hell of a lot more freedom in a lotta ways than I would if I was still broadcastin' outta the basement.

That got me to really getting a serious think on about this Mother's Day business, and I went down to the library, and I looked it up. And you know what? Mother's Day? It wasn't even initially ABOUT THE MOTHERS! It was one mother during World War II who tried to get other mothers to rally for peace, and bring all their sons home from the front so they wouldn't get their brains blown out by Nazi pinheads! She even PROTESTED when they started trying to make it the ball of sugar-coated commercialized shit it is today!

So I guess ... I guess as far as Mother's Day goes? Yeah, moms are great. We wouldn't be here without 'em. But if it comes down to either half-assing a gift that's gonna get forgotten in four months with the rest of the macaroni necklaces and the tchotchkes, or speaking up in protest of somethin' that hurts other people? If I were home yesterday, I would've been first in line for the picket signs. You know, just doin' that little thing I do, where I exercise the First Amendment 'til it pulls a muscle.

Comments

1/2

[wilder]

[He usually tunes into Mark's show over the journal and wow. Talk about a punch in the gut he sure wasn't expecting.]

2/2

[wilder]

[But this is Zelos Wilder and the last thing Zelos wants to do is talk about his issues or...even acknowledge he has them. So after a moment, he'll respond in a cheerful tone that seems slightly more subdued than his regular one.]

Heh. Afraid I can't really get her a card, but happy birthday to Nora all the same.

[hard_talker]

Honestly, you speak out against this place somehow, that'd go over with her better than any card.

[wilder]

Speak out how exactly? Pretty sure most people can say this place is stupid.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Throws a pillow at the back of his head]

Who're you calling decrepit?

[hard_talker]

Oh, wow, you heard me! Who was thoughtful enough to get you hearing aids? Was it Felix? It was, wasn't it.

[eat_me_beat_me]

Oh fuck off! [She laughs and lunges at him to tickle his sides]

[hard_talker]

GAHSHITshitshitheyno. [FLAAAAAIL] Fuck!

[ino]

Oh, right ... I totally forgot about that holiday.

[hard_talker]

You guys gotta have a lot less of this commercialized bullshit where you're from. I bet the more of this shit you hear, the less you think of us.

[ino]

Well, actually, we don't have that holiday where I come from at all ... though even if we did, I wouldn't be doing anything for it anyways. [since she has no mommy!]

But the festivals we do have can be just as annoying or misconstrued sometimes, I think. It's not like we don't have ads or commercials.

[hard_talker]

I guess that just proves that bulls gotta shit, no matter where they live, huh....?

Dictated/Apologies Forever

[i_got_this]

[So very, very deadpan.]

Yeah mom, thanks for squirting me out. Would've been nice if you had let me have my own fucking identity growing up, though.

[Because South has issues and she doesn't suffer them quietly.]

ha, no apologies needed. XD

[hard_talker]

Oh, hi, you're on the air. Welcome to the Issues Hour, Harry speaking. Tell me, Squirted Out In Sadfaceland, what else would you tell Dear Old Mom if she were to actually show up in beautiful sunny Castle Wonderfuck?

:3

[i_got_this]

If she showed up here? [She snorts.] I'd tell her to stay out of my face. The problem she started followed me my whole life. Even if North's not here, I don't need the reminder.

[hard_talker]

Ohhhh, so you're directionally challenged, too. Wow, growing up must have been pretty hard. "Which way do we go, Squirted?" "Uhhhh, potato?"

dictated

[starhipped]

[She's more talking to herself than anything.]

Mother's day.. I wonder if I should .. take flowers to the cemetery.. Even if it's here, does it still count..?

[hard_talker]

I'd say it does. If it matters to you, I mean.

[starhipped]

Mm.. I think it does. Being a mother is a very special thing, after all.

[says the girl with no family :|]

dictated.

[tending]

H-hello!

[ random person who knows her name. since he said hello to her, she only feels it's fair for her to say something, too: ]

Happy Birthday, Nora-san!

[hard_talker]

[he chuckles] I'll pass it on. Who should I say signed the card?

[tending]

Moriyama Shiemi!

[ she says it a little too quickly, mostly because she got a little excited talking to a potential new friend, but she quickly corrects herself! ]

Just Shiemi is fine! B-but I haven't been able to get her a card yet.. should I?

[shrugs_a_lot]

[... Hello massive stalker who talks a %"#$ a lot..., don't worry about this one, he's just gonna listen and awe a little before simply closing the journal when he's done.]

[hard_talker]

[listen all you want, bro, it's what he's here for.]

Waaay overdue, but it had to happen

[wizard_redfive]

[Dairine tunes into Mark’s broadcast, still in high spirits after the wedding, expecting his usual news and uplifting pep talk. What she gets a Mother’s Day rant in the face.

Wow. Her good day? RUINED.

Dairine had been trying to avoid Mother’s Day all effing weekend, technically her first after… after that. And he has the nerve to be so flippant about bringing it up? Dairine grips her desk so hard that her knuckles turn white. What does he know?! Certainly nothing about watching your mother fight for her life and being unable to help her. Or dragging yourself through one pointless day after another, knowing that you'll never stop missing her.

One message, the handwriting perhaps somewhat familiar, is scrawled onto the page.]

Just be glad you have a mother to go home to.

[And then the journal slams shut.]