Time for some Juggalo news
The other day we were talking about Edmonton’s new radio station, it’s umpteenth on your FM dial, and joked about Sally applying to the CRTC for all Juggalo-news radio.
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Hey, if we get to 50 radio stations do we all win free iPods? Because there’s no Nickelback on those!
Anyway…we’re trying to add some firepower to our potential on-air lineup.
Next time, the CRTC won’t so easily dismiss the idea of the Juggalo-nation having its own broadcasting power.
Oh, and if you aren’t quite sure who, or what, a juggalo is, you can catch up thanks to the wonders of the Internet. I’m pretty sure juggalos invented the Internet.
A new radio station!
Edmonton’s got a new radio station, its 1,298th on the FM dial.
Well, it only feels like that many. Though we have added a half-dozen stations in the last couple of years. (Sonic, Bounce, Hot 107, Magic, Now, and iNews880 flipped from Cool880. And there’s at least one more pending launch, that I can think of.)
And Now is going to play (from the sound of their introduction) pop and chart hits…like EZ Rock, the Bounce, Hot 107…and a few slightly older and rockier hits, like Joe or maybe a Sonic or Bear-lite. Because people love having options.
And Sally’s Juggalo News Network wasn’t approved?! What is up with that CRTC?
Anyway, turn off your iPod and check it out.
Now.
And yes, those “When?” and “Soon.” billboards were all about the new Rawlco radio station in Edmonton. They now say “Now.”
But just like the Aug 5 signs, some crafty Edmontonians figured it out. You guys are like Sherlock Holmes or something.
Things that Give me Nightmares, Vol. 3
[Previously on THINGS THAT GIVE ME NIGHTMARES: Giant Disembodied Fashion Monster Legs at Southgate)
On Saturday, Samsonow and I were invited to be a part of the Unknown Studio podcast. It was lots of fun and left me in an excellent mood, which made it all the more distressing to arrive home and see this nightmare wagon parked in front of the house:
AHHHHHHHHHHHH! Clearly, I thought, this can only mean one thing: the juggalos have finally come for me.
But I don't wanna be a juggalo 4 life...?
And so I stayed up all night, waiting to have my door kicked in and to be dragged off to juggalopalooza, or juggalocamp, or whatever they call their AGMs. Just me and my boyz hitting the road (and by hitting the road, I mean abducting me and throwing me in the back of the R van with a bag over my head to weep in terror as Insane Clown Posse plays at top volume).
Anyway, this didn’t transpire. Instead, I watched Superbad twice in a row on Showcase, and then passed out around 6 a.m., eventually waking safe on the couch to chirping birds and an episode of the 700 Club. When I peeked outside, the nightmare van was gone. The juggalos had moved on, and I had lived to see another day.
Except that I came home today and saw this:
The juggalos have assigned parking?!!
…THE JUGGALOS HAVE ASSIGNED PARKING?!
…THE JUGGALOS HAVE ASSIGNED PARKING!!
Oh God, get out of the house! GET OUT OF THE H…
***a loud thump. the line goes quiet. in the background, the faint sound of ICP’s ‘Hall of Illusions’ can be heard.***
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