Wow. That month went by quick. However, I refuse to let it end without an entry.
A few weeks ago Lizz got me one of the best presents EVER. [No, not the LEGO Millenium Falcon, though that was awesome...] It's a flask. A metal hip flask that you're supposed to put booze in. The instructions even specifically ask you not to put anything else in there. Apparently the sugars in juices and pops will corrode it from the inside! I don't drink, so it just became the most glorified water bottle the world has ever seen.
Problem is, I can't take it anywhere because people would think me a drunk! However, in spite of its total uselessness, its one of my most favorite things right now.
Speaking of my favorite things: Star Trek. Holy crap. All these years I had it in my head that Star Wars was the end all be all of space dramas [and it is]; Star Trek is a damn close second. The Next Generation (Picard, Riker, Data, etc.) is my most recent fixation, as I'm currently on the hunt for DVDs that won't break the bank.
The sheer amout of material in the Star Trek franchise is staggering. Books, movies, television programs, an exclusive Star Trek Wiki! The reading alone will keep me occupied for the next few years. Another interesting thing about my fixation is that it's helped my home life.
My father was a casual fan of The Original Series (Kirk, Spock, Bones), and now that I'll watch anything with an Enterprise in it, we have something that we can do together. Granted, he still rolls his eyes anytime I talk about The Next Generation, but its a start. Last night we were sitting around watching Superman on cable, and worrying about Erin driving the car by herself, and I had an idea.
I said that we should go rent the first Star Trek Movie and watch it together. With no further provocation my dad went and got his keys and he drove me to two video stores so we could find it. We both fell asleep towards the middle of it, and we both woke up right at the end. Somehow though... it was fitting.
Something else that was sort of fitting happened on the radio a few weeks ago. I should preface this by saying that I had a love affair with the radio two years ago. When I started working at the cleaners I was by myself, and so I listened to a lot of radio. I started out listening to 101, the classic rock station, but I could only stand to hear "Ridin' the Storm Out" so many times a day, so I migrated to the AltRock station, 96.5.
In my time at the cleaners, I grew to think of the afternoon show DJs as friends. Lazlo, SlimFast, and Suzzy (they look pretty rediculous to type out) were who I spent my afternoons with. Tuesdays and Thursdays I was locked to our ChromeCaster (circa 1975) radio. It's cheesy to say it, but that stupid afternoon segment got me though some rough times. Working by yourself can be really frustrating. Nobody to vent at, you know? It was nice to have something that forced you to laugh every once in a while.
It's kinda odd the relationship I developed with the radio. I hardly ever listen to it in the car, and I scarcely listen to it when I'm just sitting around at home, but at work that was my thing. You get to know the people, even though they don't really know you. You play the stupid games on the air even though you didn't even call in. It's a strange bond. Stranger still is how I felt when it was broken.
For my birthday I got an iPod, as earlier mentioned. I also got the FM transmitter so I could listen to it at work. And I did that for quite a few weeks. One day though, I decided to check up on my old pals at the Buzz. I click it on and there's people calling in about Lazlo leaving. What? I'm thinking to myself, "There's no way he's actually leaving. It's just another one of their stupid gambits." but the more I listened, the more I realized he was actually leaving. This was apparently news since last week, so it wasn't really the focus of the show, which made getting the whole story kinda difficult.
The Buzz's website didn't say anything about it at all either. I found Lazlo's blog though, and he had a sad little entry written about how the people of Kansas City are going to forget him, but he wasn't going to forget us. A little heavy handed I thought. It wasn't until sometime later that it hit me. I was driving to Lizz's after work and I flipped on the radio because I didn't feel like messing with the iPod on the highway.
As I sped off into the setting sun and the radio locked onto 96.5, the final moments of "The Church of Lazlo" were playing out before me. The DJs were daying good bye to eachother, and they all started to cry. It was awful. I don't know if I really cried myself, there was no sobbing, but my eyes were wet, no doubt about that. It was really, really hard to listen to. They played a little tribute to the show, which ended in Slimfast saying "The Church of Lazlo: 2003-2006." I hadn't realized they'd been doing it for that long. But then I thought about how long it had been a part of my life, and I didn't feel so weird for getting all emotional.
I guess what the point of all this is, that I wasn't really aware of how connected I was to these radio personalities. And if I was this unprepared to part with someone I'd only heard two days of the week for only two years... it scares me to think about how unprepared I am to leave people that have kept me going for the past four years.
In a little less than a month, the BrakBlog will be 4 years old. It'll be the end of a venture that's struggled along for the duration of my high school career. I can't help but think it'll be a similar experiance for me. At the end of the radio program, right before I got to Lizz's, the last song the Church of Lazlo ever played was "Here is Where the Story Ends".
This part of my story's going to end soon too.
For some reason, all of a sudden, that's really, really sad.
This cowboy's going to make sure the story keeps getting told though.
Of that much, you can be sure.