some spam bot posted a spam bot thing on my first ever journal. a journal i'd forgotten about, on i started over at diaryland. i kept it for a few years, then started one here, then started transferring here and never quite finished.
this is my first ever journal entry:
"2002-01-16 - 5:25 a.m.
I promise, this won't be all whining (and bad spelling) all the time.
This is the first time I've done something like this, so be gentel.
From the time stamp you know it's stupid late. I'm starting to dislike this whole graveyard thing. Sure I'm playing records I want to, but I signed on for a 4 hour tour, not this 'shit I've shot my wad and it's only 2am deal, and I've got another 4 to go.' And hell I've been doing it since Oct., so why should it start bothering me now?
I guess I should back up and fill in some of the gaps.
3, 4 years ago I started doing a graveyard shift at a community radio station (CFRO). Love it, can't get enough of it. I get to play records in the middle of the night, 2a-7a as loud as I want. Fuck yeah. Some people even call every once in awhile.
Problems always been the show befor me. Any number of them. See, I'm reliable. If I'm going to be late or not show up at all, I let them know. But if they arn't even there how the hell was I supposed to get in?
Eventually that problem got taken care of. I get keys (or in the case now a key card) Good. No more having to haggle with a security guard at 2am. Yes sir I do, do a radio show in this building, that would explain the 50lb bag of records I've got here.
And if I couldn't get in? Then what? I'm stuck in Vancouver's beautiful downtown eastside after all the busses have stopped running. What do I do then? Oh, hello Mr. Crack Dealer, could I bother you for cab fare home? What's this in my bag? Oh nothing you'd be interested in, just some old records. You'd hardly be able to get anything for them in the local pawn shop. Crap.
Back to what I was crabbing about.
A 6 hour radio show. Fuck. I do a 2 hour radio show that's good, and then I play album sides I want to listen to for the rest of it.
I'm just bored, and this phase will pass, I need a co-host, I need my old hours back, maybe I need a new timeslot.
Interesting thing I heard the other day: Charlton Heston's last name in greek means to poo your pants. So they always change his name on Greek movie posters. I'm thinking that someone in Greece was watching the Omega man, waiting for it to happen. "
this is my first ever journal entry:
"2002-01-16 - 5:25 a.m.
I promise, this won't be all whining (and bad spelling) all the time.
This is the first time I've done something like this, so be gentel.
From the time stamp you know it's stupid late. I'm starting to dislike this whole graveyard thing. Sure I'm playing records I want to, but I signed on for a 4 hour tour, not this 'shit I've shot my wad and it's only 2am deal, and I've got another 4 to go.' And hell I've been doing it since Oct., so why should it start bothering me now?
I guess I should back up and fill in some of the gaps.
3, 4 years ago I started doing a graveyard shift at a community radio station (CFRO). Love it, can't get enough of it. I get to play records in the middle of the night, 2a-7a as loud as I want. Fuck yeah. Some people even call every once in awhile.
Problems always been the show befor me. Any number of them. See, I'm reliable. If I'm going to be late or not show up at all, I let them know. But if they arn't even there how the hell was I supposed to get in?
Eventually that problem got taken care of. I get keys (or in the case now a key card) Good. No more having to haggle with a security guard at 2am. Yes sir I do, do a radio show in this building, that would explain the 50lb bag of records I've got here.
And if I couldn't get in? Then what? I'm stuck in Vancouver's beautiful downtown eastside after all the busses have stopped running. What do I do then? Oh, hello Mr. Crack Dealer, could I bother you for cab fare home? What's this in my bag? Oh nothing you'd be interested in, just some old records. You'd hardly be able to get anything for them in the local pawn shop. Crap.
Back to what I was crabbing about.
A 6 hour radio show. Fuck. I do a 2 hour radio show that's good, and then I play album sides I want to listen to for the rest of it.
I'm just bored, and this phase will pass, I need a co-host, I need my old hours back, maybe I need a new timeslot.
Interesting thing I heard the other day: Charlton Heston's last name in greek means to poo your pants. So they always change his name on Greek movie posters. I'm thinking that someone in Greece was watching the Omega man, waiting for it to happen. "