paradisalost | 95.9 - when I look at the stars

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mark hunter/hard harry

95.9 - when I look at the stars

[Leonard Cohen kicks off over the journal a little early, this Monday. some of you might call that a nice surprise, and some of you might think otherwise, but Mark didn't really have much better to do, once he did his journal notes, so he just decided to crack open a soda and dive right in....]

First up, a little news bulletin for anyone under 21! There's gonna be a big shindig at the bowling alley in town, on Friday. You can RSVP with Kitty on page ##, or, you can just show up and be last-minute like that.

As for the rest of the news? First we get mushrooms, now meteors. And is it just me, or is there some kind of massive group crazy going around? Better figure out what they all ate outta the kitchen soon before the rest of us end up with it too, yeah? Especially our new faces: Iris, GLaDOS, Daisy, Nico, Zidane, Wilfred, Dean, Jade, Yamada, and Snoopy. I know how much it sucks to get hit with Castle Crazy right out the gate.

[he thinks about this for a second, letting the music play in the background as he figures out what he wants to say. sometimes the rant is right there, at the back of his throat, waiting to jump out ... other weeks, like this one, it needs a little coaxing.]

So. This is about the time of night where you guys wait for me to either say somethin' meaningful, or be that lewd, crude, rude dude you all know and love. Thing is, I'm feelin' a bit more of the music vibe tonight than usual. So I'm just gonna give you a soundtrack for the evening, how's that sound?

[and with that, you all get the most mixed-up set list in the history of journal-broadcast radio. you're all welcome. and yes, if people listen carefully, a couple of those songs are for friends he's lost to the castle's whims over the course of the week... ]

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Might want to watch who you're calling crazy, kid.

I might? But I totally don't. ... Lady.

[Hey, Mark, is the wind picking up outside your window?]

Wouldn't want something to happen to you, after all.

[it's closed and locked for safety's sake, ever since Ino warned him about one of the new guys last week ... but he might be able to hear something, yeah]

Oh, hey, it's my first on-the-air threat mail. Nice. I'll have to take this page out of the journal and frame it.

Oh it's not a threat. Just consider it a... polite warning.

Last I checked, that was Cliche Crazy for "threat", but either way, thanks for listening!

...You lost me at the Tom Waits.

[No, really. That is the creepiest song ever.]

[have the contented yet wicked chuckle of someone who's achieved at least one of his goals for the night]

Oh, come on, it's comin' up on Halloween, we gotta at least start throwin' the creepy shit around.

And here I was thinking it was a subtle "Hey, everyone, someone's doing something suspicious, maybe we should rally the troops" type thing.

Although, now that that's out in the open, I'm sure the paranoia starts... Now. Mission accomplished.

We win, either way you slice it, right? Not a bad way to kick off the week.

We always win, kiddo. Between us and Crowley, the castle would just fall into a disassociative fugue without us around to stir crap up, infuriate the masses, and generally be lovable jackasses.

You got it. ... And hey, after all the shit this place puts us through, I dunno about you, but I feel pretty damn good about bein' on the winnin' side of somethin'.

Plus we've both been here a year now, so when Christmas rolls around, we can start horrifying people about giant rats. There's an upside to everything. I call that a victory.

Jesus, we're almost veterans now, aren't we? The humanity!

Yep. Break out the rockers and the tin cans full of change.

We gotta have cats, too, don't we? Either a shitload of cats, or one really beat-up lookin' dog. ... I've got a lizard if that counts.

Go with the lizard. I wanna transcend cliche just enough to remind people who they're dealing with.

Sweet. Cohen's in, then. ... What day'd you get here, anyway? D'you remember? I just went and looked mine up for shits and giggles - December 21st.

Shoved right in at the height of Christmas season- lucky you.

October 18th- just unassuming enough that my entrance wasn't blocked out by some major holiday clusterfuck.

Group crazy? [It could be worth investigating. Maybe Amelia can help!] What do you mean?

I mean, ever since those meteors came down, there're a couple people who haven't really been themselves. [he's got no idea you're one of them, hurr hurr]

[Give it five minutes.]

Well, that's no good. [Think think. Think think.] You don't think that could've been an evil meteor shower, do you?

[he raises an eyebrow] How the fuck can a meteor shower be evil? It's just space dust comin' down to earth.