HOLY SHIT!
My little sister got enagaged!!!

Wedding in Summer 2003 2004. Wahoo's will cater.

Born with the name of Otto, you became Ludwig at the request of your grandfather, King Ludwig I, because you were born on his birthday. You became Crown Prince at the tender age of 3, and soon after stole a purse from a shop on the basis that everything in Bavaria belonged to you. Tragedy struck when your pet tortoise was taken away; relatives thought the six-year-old prince was too attached to it. Your childhood was lonely and formal. Once, you were prevented from beheading your younger brother by the timeous arrival of a court official. From the age of 14 you suffered from hallucinations.



Despite striking an imposing figure with your great height and good looks, your speeches were pompous to the point of incomprehensibility. You became even more of a recluse, often spending hours reading poetry in a seashell-shaped boat in your electrically-illuminated underground grotto.



You are most famous for building three fairytale castles - Linderhof, Neuschwanstein and Herrenchiemsee - at tremendous public expense. Declared insane and confined to your bedroom by concerned (and embarrassed) subjects, you escaped on 13 June 1886, but were later found drowned with your physician in Lake Stamberg in mysterious circumstances.
Which Historical Lunatic Are You?
From the fecund loins of Rum and Monkey.

Please explain.

I cannot nor will I try to explain this.

Chillow
All my dreams of fame and fortune are ruined.

I'm crushed

Seattle: 2003

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At one time or another we've all sparred with links, attempting to outdo our opponent with sites or images or movies that amaze, titillate or horrify. Well, here's your chance to go pro.

I used to love the radio. My AM radio favorite was the Mighty 690 until Mom and Dad, who had remarkably similar taste in music at the time, introduced me to new audio delights with 102.7 KIIS FM. The grand prize of a remarkable MTV contest was a radio station. I was too young to enter but I always felt the winner possessed the type of good fortune known only to lottery winners and kids who were allowed to ride motorcycles. I loved radio on television although I passionately disagreed with the belief that Loni Anderson was "hot." For a long time I considered Pump Up The Volume the greatest movie of all time.

As I got older I became more of an FM vagabond, drifting away from KIIS and its Top-40 fecundity and towards the more fertile plains of 100.7 "Pirate Radio" and eventually the world-famous KROQ. But, despite a few inspired choices in the playlist, radio's outright refusal to deviate from revenue-producing programming proved to be its most unforgivable flaw. Its narrow-mindedness and tolerance for repetition proved that radio did not love music so I could not love it. "Damn you and your greedy little secrets!" I screamed and left the commercial interruptions and the station identifications behind, never to return again.

Until now.

WFMU, broadcasts its freeform format at 91.1 fm in the New York City area, at 90.1 fm in the Hudson Valley, and on the Web. It's that last part that has helped to partially restore my faith in the medium. I never would have been able to tune in otherwise.

I would not have experienced a portion of the FM spectrum that is willing to engage and challenge its listeners, to expose them to something new. Or frightening. Or delightfully odd. I never would have known that anyone had bothered to record an entire album of prog flute music.

And so I refer you to them now, the first station I've encountered that attempts to live up to what I always thought radio could be.

Happy listening.

What Type Of Lame Scenester Am I?


you are either a record nerd or not a scenester at
all. you are the coolest of the bunch. bravo,
dude.


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