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A brief break from the ultra-nerdtasticness of my Saturday obsession with radio. An odd obsession, agreed. I was just trying to remember what it was Dad told me about radio waves bouncing around the ionosphere during the night. It was vaguely relevant to a fic I'm working on. But, mostly I was trying to remember the story. He used to listen to the radio late at night, and pick up everything from conspiracy nuts swearing they were watching UFOs fly across the sky (pre-Art Bell Coast to Coast AM days) to radio stations he could swear were broadcasting from Europe. One night I drove home from Kentucky to Tennessee listening to Cleveland radio. It was my birthday, the night was foggy and cold.What a surprise to pick up a familiar voice from youthful late night drives home back in Northern Ohio so far from the source. I never picked upt the station again. I didn't want to get this caught up in information gathering. I was just trying to remember the science of the thing.
I'm so lame.
I'm also pissed because when I went to buy ticket to Richard Thompson it was sold out. It wasn't sold out this afternoon! G-dammit! Sons of bitches! Shit!
This song cracked me up:
There is Life Outside Your Apartment. Not sure if I believe it, but it made me laugh.