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it's nice that chuck rhymes with fuck.
Sep. 1st, 2007 10:41 amSonofabitch.
They killed the only radio station I could listen to [morning show excluded] more often than not without wanting to kill anyone for the music being played. [The DJs on the other hand...] The irony is that for the past however many years, when various magazines and things do their best of the best for radio station lists, they'd shove Wave on for being the anti-craptacular radio station. Now? Now it's 96Chuck. What. The. Fuck. This is what the fuck, Chuck. We have a station like you, only with crappy DJs and a little less hair metal.
And yes, I'm all worked up over a freakin' radio station. But it was mine. When it sucked, it didn't matter because you knew that in a little while, they'd realize the suckage and fix it, or at least it would suck in a different way, and even then, you could still get your musical fix. Now? My fix is gone. Sure, this means I won't have to endure the same three fucking Flyleaf songs OVER AND OVER AND OVER every time I go to work at... crap, I don't remember which time it was that they'd play it, but I think it was 12. No, now I'll have to play Russian Roulette with the musical gods and see whether I'll get an 80's gem or something else entirely. We have this sort of station at least twice over. We don't need a third for crying out loud.
Note, I have very little against Flyleaf, except that when you're stuck working at midnight for the foreseeable future and the one song you're in the car for its entirety is one you weren't all that fond of to begin with, soon you begin to loathe the voice beyond all measure. This was before the CD player was fixed, so it was silence, brave Delilah [no. way.] or the permanently stuck Flyleaf. Over.
and over.
and over.
But damned if I wouldn't take that over what I have now. And it's not like I bitched aloud about the Flyleaf. I was good. I didn't bang my head on the window. I didn't threaten to set fire to their craptactular piped in morning show.
Apparently I should have.
They killed the only radio station I could listen to [morning show excluded] more often than not without wanting to kill anyone for the music being played. [The DJs on the other hand...] The irony is that for the past however many years, when various magazines and things do their best of the best for radio station lists, they'd shove Wave on for being the anti-craptacular radio station. Now? Now it's 96Chuck. What. The. Fuck. This is what the fuck, Chuck. We have a station like you, only with crappy DJs and a little less hair metal.
And yes, I'm all worked up over a freakin' radio station. But it was mine. When it sucked, it didn't matter because you knew that in a little while, they'd realize the suckage and fix it, or at least it would suck in a different way, and even then, you could still get your musical fix. Now? My fix is gone. Sure, this means I won't have to endure the same three fucking Flyleaf songs OVER AND OVER AND OVER every time I go to work at... crap, I don't remember which time it was that they'd play it, but I think it was 12. No, now I'll have to play Russian Roulette with the musical gods and see whether I'll get an 80's gem or something else entirely. We have this sort of station at least twice over. We don't need a third for crying out loud.
Note, I have very little against Flyleaf, except that when you're stuck working at midnight for the foreseeable future and the one song you're in the car for its entirety is one you weren't all that fond of to begin with, soon you begin to loathe the voice beyond all measure. This was before the CD player was fixed, so it was silence, brave Delilah [no. way.] or the permanently stuck Flyleaf. Over.
and over.
and over.
But damned if I wouldn't take that over what I have now. And it's not like I bitched aloud about the Flyleaf. I was good. I didn't bang my head on the window. I didn't threaten to set fire to their craptactular piped in morning show.
Apparently I should have.
