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Sunday, January 30, 2000
I stayed up entirely too late last night. On weekends, I usually go to bed around 3:00AM, with the intent of waking up around noon. That way, I can have breakfast in the dinning hall, instead of lunch as my first meal. I ended up being awake until 6:00AM last night (or actually this morning). I had been hanging out in Goth #1's room for most of the night. The Tall Guy had been invited to go clubbing in Canada (lucky guy), while the rest of us stayed at S.U.NY. Potsdam. Overall, it was pretty mellow as weekends go. Around 2:00AM, a friend of mine and I decided to stop by WAIH to do a little late night broadcasting. Rarely is anyone in the studio at this hour, and we'd have the added perk of being able to play uncensored songs, being that we were right in the middle of the FCC's midnight-6:00AM "safe zone." For two hours, we regaled the late-night radio crowd with all sorts of strange music. A few highlights (with lyrics and comments in Italics):
Overall, our audience really enjoyed it. We got several calls, from people wanting to request songs. One guy really liked the Mr. Bungle, and asked for more. The next day, my friend and I were complimented on doing an awesome show. Who says that college radio has no perks? I went back to my dorm room a little after 4:00AM, after throwing WAIH into automation for the rest of the night. Once I got there, I came to the realization that even if I wanted to go to sleep, I couldn't because of how late it was. So, I checked my email. I finally passed out at 6:00AM. It was my dreams that woke me up around 1:00 in the afternoon today. For some reason, I had these really disturbing, violent dreams that were so clear, they seemed real. I woke up shaking, with an incredible mix of shock and fear coursing through my body. It took several minutes before I could shake the sensations and begin moving again. I wonder if this is the type of thing that could cause someone to have a heart attack while asleep.
Tippler Girl is up to no good again, and by this I mean the dirtiest of all words: censorship. At today's meeting for WAIH, she complained that she didn't like some of the terminology being used by people in the meeting. The offending sentence? Uttered by our station manager, JPS, "When I walked into the station today, it looked like ass. There were papers strewn everywhere, coffee cups with liquid still in them and foodstuffs on the tables." Tippler Girl objected to the use of the word "ass." She said that he should have said, "The station was disorderly when I walked in today." While both sentences are perfectly serviceable, I see no reason to get in a huff about him saying that it "looked like ass." Either way you take it, donkeys and butts are not really that attractive, and the simile works even if it isn't the most professional use of the language. When Tippler Girl started on her "I was offended" spiel, Goth #2 and I just looked at each other and rolled our eyes. "Here she goes again," I was thinking to myself, having been a victim of her "I was offended" diatribe in the past (SEE: Sunday, December 5, 1999). It's not that I want to silence her - she has a right to her opinions, but I feel that she is constantly trying to silence everyone else. I'm just waiting for the day when someone calls her up while she is on the air and tells her that she was offensive for some reason or another. Maybe then she will realize that it is all a matter of perception and lighten up a little bit.
LB called me yesterday afternoon. It was good to hear from her and even better to hear that life has been going well on her side of the state, good job, good relationship, etc. I told her how things were going here and she once again told me that I should move to where she is currently residing. Would if I could, but at the present I can't.
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