95.3 - rock is cool but the struggle is better (backdated to Monday)
[Monday evening at 10 PM finds anyone with their journal open contemplating how a sixteen-year-old kid could like a guy whose voice sounds like he smoked every day of his life - yep, "Everybody Knows" by Leonard Cohen is drifting out of the pages, and soon enough, Harry's piping up over the music, gradually phasing it out]
Well, well, well! When I said "get to it", I didn't think you'd all listen! Hell, even the castle perked up whatever passes for ears on its sorry granite ass, and gave us a whole SLEW of fresh meat to indoctrinate. If you haven't already, say hi to
Lilo, Duke, Varian, Barnaby and Kotetsu, Sherlock, Carver, Luke, Kain, annnnd Deathwing. Or, you know, don't. You can be That Guy if you really, really want to.
I think Dr. Harry is finally starting to feel a pulse in this place, how 'bout you guys? I mean, for starters, we had some stuff goin' on last Friday for the fall equinox, and there was another session of the Host Club. But most importantly, serious shit went down! Some of you finally found your voices and put your fuckin' feet down! Now that's more like it! I think if we can all keep that sorta thing up long enough, we might just have Castle Wonderfuck beat at its own game, whaddaya say?
Wait --- wait! Shhh. ... I hear it already. I do, sadly, I do ... the voice of pessimism. "Harry, you sick, deluded fuck, no one ever actually steps up and sticks it to this place, because it doesn't matter! Everything goes back to the way it was! And people drop like flies anyway, so it's a constant struggle!"
Yeah, well, everything's a constant struggle. We're all descended from Sisyphus, as far as I care. And for those've you who don't know, grab a book of Greek myths sometime and get ready for some hardcore, epic shit... but in brief, Sisyphus wasn't exactly a sissy. This dude was sentenced to roll a rock up a big-ass hill every single day for eternity. Did he do it? You bet he did. Did it ever stop? Nope. But the guy kept on doin' it, and I think that's kinda like what we've got going on here... only, here's the kicker: what we're doing is even more epic. And here's why:
We've got recorded proof of other generations of residents going through the same exact shit we do, and surviving, and making it through it. Mind you, a good chunk of them ran off into the wilderness and are now majoring in How To Be A Douchebag at Dead Zone University, but that's sociology for you. Different times, different cultures, bla bla bla bla. My point is: we should be trackin' down this older stuff, seeing how much of it matches up to what we already know. Seein' what we might've missed. What's already been done. We could make some serious progress, here, people - we've just gotta be ready to get our hands dirty.
And if we can really get our shit together ... who knows? Maybe we won't completely beat the place, but we can leave a lot more for the next crowd of residents to cut their teeth on. On that note, I leave you with a little ditty by two chicks who seemed to be on to something, in a broader sense: the Indigo Girls. Take it away, ladies.
[with that, Harry puts on the music, cracks open a bag of chips, and scribbles up a filter as he waits for his listeners to start weighing in]
[Peace Patrol]
What're your thoughts on that kidnapping that got reported?
Well, well, well! When I said "get to it", I didn't think you'd all listen! Hell, even the castle perked up whatever passes for ears on its sorry granite ass, and gave us a whole SLEW of fresh meat to indoctrinate. If you haven't already, say hi to
Lilo, Duke, Varian, Barnaby and Kotetsu, Sherlock, Carver, Luke, Kain, annnnd Deathwing. Or, you know, don't. You can be That Guy if you really, really want to.
I think Dr. Harry is finally starting to feel a pulse in this place, how 'bout you guys? I mean, for starters, we had some stuff goin' on last Friday for the fall equinox, and there was another session of the Host Club. But most importantly, serious shit went down! Some of you finally found your voices and put your fuckin' feet down! Now that's more like it! I think if we can all keep that sorta thing up long enough, we might just have Castle Wonderfuck beat at its own game, whaddaya say?
Wait --- wait! Shhh. ... I hear it already. I do, sadly, I do ... the voice of pessimism. "Harry, you sick, deluded fuck, no one ever actually steps up and sticks it to this place, because it doesn't matter! Everything goes back to the way it was! And people drop like flies anyway, so it's a constant struggle!"
Yeah, well, everything's a constant struggle. We're all descended from Sisyphus, as far as I care. And for those've you who don't know, grab a book of Greek myths sometime and get ready for some hardcore, epic shit... but in brief, Sisyphus wasn't exactly a sissy. This dude was sentenced to roll a rock up a big-ass hill every single day for eternity. Did he do it? You bet he did. Did it ever stop? Nope. But the guy kept on doin' it, and I think that's kinda like what we've got going on here... only, here's the kicker: what we're doing is even more epic. And here's why:
We've got recorded proof of other generations of residents going through the same exact shit we do, and surviving, and making it through it. Mind you, a good chunk of them ran off into the wilderness and are now majoring in How To Be A Douchebag at Dead Zone University, but that's sociology for you. Different times, different cultures, bla bla bla bla. My point is: we should be trackin' down this older stuff, seeing how much of it matches up to what we already know. Seein' what we might've missed. What's already been done. We could make some serious progress, here, people - we've just gotta be ready to get our hands dirty.
And if we can really get our shit together ... who knows? Maybe we won't completely beat the place, but we can leave a lot more for the next crowd of residents to cut their teeth on. On that note, I leave you with a little ditty by two chicks who seemed to be on to something, in a broader sense: the Indigo Girls. Take it away, ladies.
[with that, Harry puts on the music, cracks open a bag of chips, and scribbles up a filter as he waits for his listeners to start weighing in]
[Peace Patrol]
What're your thoughts on that kidnapping that got reported?