we'll both be warmer when we die

I bought daffodils yesterday, the first I've seen so far. Used to be you couldn't get them til March sometime, now the grocery stores carry them as early as January every year. I keep pulling them out of the vase and smelling them. They smell clean, they smell like home.

I didn't get enough, though, so I'm gonna go back to the store and get some more this afternoon. It's like Spring came early, only it never got cold enough here to make me miss the warm weather much, anyway.


In other news? Fandom has eaten my brain. I had a dream that Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley had to escape Hogwarts (which for some reason looked like my grandmother's house) from a bunch of Blue Sun Corporation-type people who had turned everyone into zombie-like creatures with no emotions who couldn't help Harry escape. I don't remember why their powers didn't affect him, but the reason they didn't affect Ginny? She'd had her amygdala removed, like one River Tam in Firefly. Also? Harry had a baby brother he was carrying around who was affected and he had to try and figure out how to save the day while taking care of a little baby. And Dumbledore wasn't affected, but he had to be taken away kind of like in CoS, so he couldn't help Harry, and also? His long hair and beard were just a wig.

I'm going to go back to reading Good Omens. And possibly hit up the grocery store before work.

goodbye whfs

Ladies and Gentlemen, I come before you tonight to pay my respects to a very dear old friend of mine. It's always hard when a loved one is taken from you suddenly, without reason or warning, and now is no exception.

I've known 99.1 WHFS personally for over ten years now. WHFS has been there for me when few others could be. I spent my formative years listening while grumbling over the chores I had to do outside, like washing my stepfather's car or raking leaves in the front yard. I spent nights in my room during high school listening to shows like the HFS 4 Most Wanted and Loveline when I was supposed to be doing homework or sleeping. When I no longer had to ride the awful bus to school, my morning drive was accompanied by Gina Crash and her various cohorts on the morning show.

WHFS was also responsible for my initiation into concert-going. The first concert I ever attended was the HFStival in 2000. I remember the excitement and anticipation leading up to the event, finally my friends and I had managed to procure tickets (the year before we'd tried and only succeeded in waking up at 5am and waiting outside of the mall for hours to find out they were sold out before we'd even moved up very far in line), and some of our favorite bands-of-the-moment were playing. The festival was awesome, even if it did rain and Janet and I spent most of the day looking for Matt and Megan, soaked to the bone and chattering. The 2001 Festival was even more fun, more of my favorite bands-of-the-moment, and an awesome last minute set with Green Day.

99.1 was the soundtrack to high school, nights with four people crammed into a smallish mini-van, or fast car rides up and down the streets of Suburbia. WHFS was my companion on countless hour and a half trips to and from Frederick for years. And yet, in recent years, we'd drifted. My own disdain for popular radio has grown, and so I've listened less and less. Sure, there were the occasional Sunday night drives from home back to school, listening to the last show of the night and then Adam and Dr. Drew on Loveline. But our old relationship was gone, and that makes it even sadder that it is never to be again.

So, here's to Gina and Tim Virgin and Mattie and all the other DJs who made the last ten years fun. Here's to Hittin' the F'in' Streets, to the Most Wanted, the Nineties Nooner and Rock of the Nineties Weekends, and the forever beloved HFStival.

I'll miss you.


P.S. I'll even try to restrain myself from mentioning that this might be what you get for helping to launch a certain crappy punk band from Waldorf's career.