Thursday, May. 26, 2005
The Mutant Factor
I have been frightfully remiss. I failed to mention Diaryland Diva hissandtell when discussing the figging phenomenon in my misadventurous post yesterday.
How anyone could forget such an extraordinary and regal presence is beyond me. I blame it on not enough wine with dinner last night. As in, I didn't have any.
I'm kidding (somewhat.) I rarely drink, though I do have a bottle of wine in my cabinet. I finally opened it after moving here -- it had been sitting, untouched, for several months before the move. I'm really NOT a drinker, and on the rare occasion that I have something alcoholic, it's normally at home, one glass of red or white wine, and typically in conjunction with a meal.
Yeah, I'm so boring it's pathetic. Welcome to the glamorous world of radio. (Said with tongue firmly implanted in cheek.)
I'd better get back to work. I've got a sweep of about fifteen minutes between songs across the top of the hour, then have to go back on live. I'm working on a couple of other projects between breaks, too, but I needed a short reprieve from those, too. I mean, even Alzheimers Twisted & Trouble used to allow us 15-minute breaks between lashings.
The whole communications business is insane, trust me. Though I love what I do now, AND I no longer do the ungodly hours, nor do I have to go digging through dusty archives nor do battle with the inbred idiots that pass as local politicians.
What's more, some of the LOCAL politicians actually have 1) a brain (I know, it sounds impossible, but it's true) and 2) a personality. I'm still investigating this phenomenon and will update you when I find out how this abnormality occured! It's gotta be something in the water...
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )