Last week, late in the week, I was driving when I randomly flipped through stations. Which is something I rarely do, I usually stick to my usual morning routine, my usual evening routine, and CDs at any other given time. But for some reason, I felt compelled to listen to WFMU. It's a small alternative station my mother listened to avidly back in the late 80's-early 90's. The people who played the Hour of Slack for the NYC area. It was Upsula College's radio station, always begging for money. I remember donating a few bucks as a kid, my mother calling into their thirty year old former stripper who played surf rock to make my donation for me, saying I probably wanted to say things to her that I wouldn't want my mother to hear. The college itself went under, but the station survived. Meanwhile I leave WMNJ running, Drew's still around, but the fucking radio station fucking goes... anyway...
So I'm listening to these two women talk to a listener on the phone about something. He's talking about how graphic and sexual some of these are, whatever they're referring to. They get into a whole debate about sexuality and violence in the media, what's healthy and acceptable in various regions. He asks if he could read one of whatever they're talking about on the air, and does so. While he's reading some pseudo-metaphysical drivel, I think to myself that it sounds like one of the Letters to Wendy's, some collection of letters left by customers to Wendy's that Nerve hosted three years ago when I saw it on Cruel.com. Since then, it seems, it's been published as a book and revealed as a bunch of fakes. After the man's done reading the letter, the next comment by one of the hosts makes me realize that it really was one of the letters.... that somehow I knew this three years later, despite that letter not sounding like any of the rest. As I'm thinking about how odd it was that I was able to pick up on that, their conversation immediately turns to Roy Roger's, one of the major elements of my past/persona. They start talking with the caller about how there used to be many more Roy Roger's in the area, how half turned into Wendy's and half into Boston Markets, and how many added Hardee's breakfast if they stayed around. It was like listening to me give my usual detailed rant about the history of the Roy Roger's line of fast food from 1991 on, except without knowing the reasons behind the changes. I was further perturbed. Then, just as I crest the hill near by residence where WFMU cut out, the caller cut out. Odd. Oh, and the drivel I linked to is much cooler than the abstract thoughts read by the caller.
Because only one of y'all responded to my question, I'm waiting an extra day to answer. Thank you redvector, even if you don't like my recursive reminders.
Otherwise, life's taken a sad turn for the worse. Yeah, I'm getting my first real paycheck for my new position deposited tonight at midnight. I go from starving to comfortable in five hours. But other, far more important elements, I've managed to contribute towards ruining. But I'll avoid being the bitter angsty depressing whining pathetic soul I was all over the BBS scene in the early 90's. Besides, ogun gave me a great pep talk last night, making me feel at least stable.
Sadly enough, oldschool BBS download methods (xmodem, ymodem-g, etc.) came up three times in the past week at work for random reasons. Also, Satan worked for Microsoft, so windexcowboy and our director should be even more fearful for our souls.
I just realized that every single post I make to viewaskew I end up linking to a picture of me with Kevin Smith. I am such a loser fanboy.