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There are no words but OMG, WTF, and sometimes a BBQ @_@
So, since Frannen is walking distance to campus, Frannen decided to be more active on campus and do activities and clubs and such.
So, there comes an email 'Campus online radio station! Just starting up, come help out!' Radio runs in the blood, so Frannen decides, 'Hey, cool! Let's go check it out!'
Meeting was today. Frannen biked on down and was the first to show. This is fairly normal for Frannen hates to be late to things the first time going to them. Frannen is nurotic that way.
So, anyway. Frannen arives! The "room" (think about... oh, 10 feet wide by about 20 ft deep. It's not much bigger than a bathroom.) is kinda empty. Frannen, havening seen the radio station at Binghamton was expecting a scaled down version of that. Nope. It's a laptop (Mac) a few microphones, an external harddrive and a DJ box on a desk, with random storage of crap. There's a Dude with thin dreds there, who's all 'Hey, man. Here for the meeting? Cool, sweet. Rock on.'
GMC is a hippy college, so this innit unexpected really.
He starts "explaining" things (AKA 'So like, this is the set up, man. I don't really know how any of this works, but you can just, like, play around with it and shit and it's cool.') and incomes this pair of girls. The first, after her 'Hey, honey! I just saw you, like, 5 minutes ago!' announces with a huge grin that she's drunk off her ass. My vote woulda been stoned, especialy when she's rubbing a microphone agaist her cheek going 'It's so cooold! :D' Other chick, who also admits she's drunk (and has two toned hair. Purple and red. Badly done) is all 'Food food, I'm HUNGRY, I wanna go upstairs and eat, c'mon, food food.'
People trickle in slowly (meeting was at 5, some didn't show up til around 5:20ish) and it becomes very clear that of the group of about 12, Frannen, and possibly 2 others, are the only sober ones in the room. Most of the room is talking like a sterotypical hippy with sterotypical turrets cursing every 3 words, and has no idea anything. I seemed to be the only one who had chonearnt questions. Dreds man was all 'Oh hey, yeah, that's a good thought.'
I left with the task of writting up the stations 'Mission statement' for lack of better term so that they could present it to the college president to get more funding/permission to broadcast off campus or something. Dreds man (who's station manager, BTW) had no idea WTF. I also left half hiding my face in my hat to keep from laughing aloud. I was laughing half the bike ride home.
Oh. My. Freakin'. Lord. :D
I forsee one of two things: Frannen will either say 'Oh for the love of sanity, screw this' and drop it... or Frannen will windup running the show by the end of the semester.
....
Dance, my minions, DANCE! >:D
So, there comes an email 'Campus online radio station! Just starting up, come help out!' Radio runs in the blood, so Frannen decides, 'Hey, cool! Let's go check it out!'
Meeting was today. Frannen biked on down and was the first to show. This is fairly normal for Frannen hates to be late to things the first time going to them. Frannen is nurotic that way.
So, anyway. Frannen arives! The "room" (think about... oh, 10 feet wide by about 20 ft deep. It's not much bigger than a bathroom.) is kinda empty. Frannen, havening seen the radio station at Binghamton was expecting a scaled down version of that. Nope. It's a laptop (Mac) a few microphones, an external harddrive and a DJ box on a desk, with random storage of crap. There's a Dude with thin dreds there, who's all 'Hey, man. Here for the meeting? Cool, sweet. Rock on.'
GMC is a hippy college, so this innit unexpected really.
He starts "explaining" things (AKA 'So like, this is the set up, man. I don't really know how any of this works, but you can just, like, play around with it and shit and it's cool.') and incomes this pair of girls. The first, after her 'Hey, honey! I just saw you, like, 5 minutes ago!' announces with a huge grin that she's drunk off her ass. My vote woulda been stoned, especialy when she's rubbing a microphone agaist her cheek going 'It's so cooold! :D' Other chick, who also admits she's drunk (and has two toned hair. Purple and red. Badly done) is all 'Food food, I'm HUNGRY, I wanna go upstairs and eat, c'mon, food food.'
People trickle in slowly (meeting was at 5, some didn't show up til around 5:20ish) and it becomes very clear that of the group of about 12, Frannen, and possibly 2 others, are the only sober ones in the room. Most of the room is talking like a sterotypical hippy with sterotypical turrets cursing every 3 words, and has no idea anything. I seemed to be the only one who had chonearnt questions. Dreds man was all 'Oh hey, yeah, that's a good thought.'
I left with the task of writting up the stations 'Mission statement' for lack of better term so that they could present it to the college president to get more funding/permission to broadcast off campus or something. Dreds man (who's station manager, BTW) had no idea WTF. I also left half hiding my face in my hat to keep from laughing aloud. I was laughing half the bike ride home.
Oh. My. Freakin'. Lord. :D
I forsee one of two things: Frannen will either say 'Oh for the love of sanity, screw this' and drop it... or Frannen will windup running the show by the end of the semester.
....
Dance, my minions, DANCE! >:D
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If you do decide to go through with it and end up running the show by the end of the semester - power to ya! :)
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And I'll be sure to. Just not sure how well it compares since this so far is just Nicecast and Itunes. @_@
At somepoint I'll tell Dad too so he can send over some audio toys. :)