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Jun. 30th, 2005 09:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
clayhornikSo. U2 are going to being singing "Sergeant Pepper's" at Live8, in the original outfits the Beatles wore. Because, apparently, the original Live Aid was twenty years ago.
The fuck it was.
I am not that old.
I remember Live Aid.
It had to have been... like seven, eight years ago.
And I am most certainly not turning 36 next month.
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I'm watching Access Hollywood, because they're doing a WotW radio show lookback. Access Hollywood is terrifying shallow. The idea that there are people who watch it on a regular basis offends me as a human.
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After a month... I've decided to make it official: I'm off the market.
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Shiiiiiiit. Even with the moronic commentary from Access Hollywood, the War of the Worlds audio is chilling. My absolute favourite segment: (listen here)
I can make out a small beam of light against a mirror. What's that? There's a jet of flame springing from that mirror, and it leaps right at the advancing men. It strikes them head on! Good Lord, they're turning into flame!
(SCREAMS AND UNEARTHLY SHRIEKS)
CARL PHILLIPS
Now the whole field's caught fire.
(EXPLOSION)
CARL PHILLIPS
The woods... the barns... the gas tanks of automobiles... it's spreading everywhere. It's coming this way. About twenty yards to my right.. (silence.)
Recently I've been listening to this a couple of times a week and that segment still freaks me out.
There's like a kajillion places online you can listen to this. Go and listen.
I *do* regret I can't find my NPR version. I'll trade a copy of the WKBW version from the seventies to anyone who's got it.
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We had a customer come in today to pick up a copy of Edgar Bergin's book on ventriloquism. (Ventriloquism... ON THE RADIO! I love it. -also first recorded instance of channel switching... the Chase and Sanborn Coffee Hour was opposite the Mercury Radio Theater. That's why so many people missed the "Columbia Broadcasting Presents...") The customer had um. Bear Puppet. On his hand. And according to coworker Cassi, the bear was hitting on her. Not the customer. The bear.
I always miss the cool stuff.
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I got off today at 5:30 instead of six... I had to get out before I, dunno, bit a customer or something. That extra thirty minutes helped, but I feel a little guilty. Today was like zero productivity day. This is the job I turned down a party in New York state, with an Amtrak ticket to get me there, for this weekend. "You can call in sick..." I was told, by someone who, when last I saw him, had kidnapped me to Richmond. Of course, I said no. I couldn't do that to my coworkers. I'll leave the inconvenient bailing to my evil coworker.
The fuck it was.
I am not that old.
I remember Live Aid.
It had to have been... like seven, eight years ago.
And I am most certainly not turning 36 next month.
--
I'm watching Access Hollywood, because they're doing a WotW radio show lookback. Access Hollywood is terrifying shallow. The idea that there are people who watch it on a regular basis offends me as a human.
--
After a month... I've decided to make it official: I'm off the market.
--
Shiiiiiiit. Even with the moronic commentary from Access Hollywood, the War of the Worlds audio is chilling. My absolute favourite segment: (listen here)
I can make out a small beam of light against a mirror. What's that? There's a jet of flame springing from that mirror, and it leaps right at the advancing men. It strikes them head on! Good Lord, they're turning into flame!
(SCREAMS AND UNEARTHLY SHRIEKS)
CARL PHILLIPS
Now the whole field's caught fire.
(EXPLOSION)
CARL PHILLIPS
The woods... the barns... the gas tanks of automobiles... it's spreading everywhere. It's coming this way. About twenty yards to my right.. (silence.)
Recently I've been listening to this a couple of times a week and that segment still freaks me out.
There's like a kajillion places online you can listen to this. Go and listen.
I *do* regret I can't find my NPR version. I'll trade a copy of the WKBW version from the seventies to anyone who's got it.
--
We had a customer come in today to pick up a copy of Edgar Bergin's book on ventriloquism. (Ventriloquism... ON THE RADIO! I love it. -also first recorded instance of channel switching... the Chase and Sanborn Coffee Hour was opposite the Mercury Radio Theater. That's why so many people missed the "Columbia Broadcasting Presents...") The customer had um. Bear Puppet. On his hand. And according to coworker Cassi, the bear was hitting on her. Not the customer. The bear.
I always miss the cool stuff.
--
I got off today at 5:30 instead of six... I had to get out before I, dunno, bit a customer or something. That extra thirty minutes helped, but I feel a little guilty. Today was like zero productivity day. This is the job I turned down a party in New York state, with an Amtrak ticket to get me there, for this weekend. "You can call in sick..." I was told, by someone who, when last I saw him, had kidnapped me to Richmond. Of course, I said no. I couldn't do that to my coworkers. I'll leave the inconvenient bailing to my evil coworker.
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Date: 2005-07-01 02:31 am (UTC)I'd never heard this part though...
That scream is really unnerving.
Many scenes in the movie are similarly disturbing. 'Poetically Horrific' I would say...
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Date: 2005-07-01 02:34 am (UTC)