Michael797

Today we have a special treat - the list of songs that Rachel picked out for Bud's funeral. We give you the Playlist from Hell. They're all on YouTube, feel free to listen. 1. Crowded House - Don't Dream It's Over 2. The Wonder Years - Don't Let Me Cave In 3. Moose Blood - Knuckles 4. Cage the Elephant - Cigarette Daydreams 5. The Wonder Years - Woke Up Older 6. Hozier - Like Real People Do 7. Young the Giant - Every Little Thing 8. The Fray - You Found Me TTFN, so get out.

Not so great, Sandi - but then, this is Hell. And I hope everyone slept peacefully.

We're back, with only three days left until the BIG EVENT. Let's find out what preparations are underway from our field reporter: "Today the bereaved parents went to the funeral home to view their son's body for the first time! As expected, the former occupant was nowhere to be found. But what a vehicle! Shiny, sleek - dressed impeccably and looking every bit as gorgeous as before the accident. If it wasn't for the plastic-looking coating on his face and the white lips, you'd almost be convinced he was just sleeping. In any case, the parents are now pre-disastered and have two days of empty space ahead as they stagger toward Saturday's memorial. An unexpected bit of bonus information came from a later meeting with the parents of the deceased's girlfriend, who informed us that, given his age, he will probably become an URBAN LEGEND at his high school. Guess that's a form of immortality, isn't it?" That's it for the report. Coming up next - enjoy some ventriloquism as a dozen psychics make OTHER PEOPLE'S VOICES come out of their mouths. You won't want to miss it. Thanks for listening. Go get a life.

So we have to reply to ourselves? Weird, I don't remember that. Anyway.... Before we resume broadcast, we're required to air our updated Terms of Service - which are: 1. The Gandalf-looking guy who calls himself "God" ain't welcome here. A) This is Hell, duh; B) Anyone who kills his own son should be jailed, not worshipped. 2. Other than #1, censorship is prohibited. Fasten yer seat belt. Don't like it? Turn the dial. They're probably playing "Wind Beneath My Wings" on iheartradio - go listen to those bastards. 3. If you're pregnant or nursing - well, we love and envy you, but you shouldn't be here. Last chance to bail - you could go find a bago. Fine, if you're that goddamm persistent, we'll be back after commercial with a report from the funeral home.

I'm coming, I'm coming... hold yer hosses. So lovely to see faces waiting. This is so much better... quiet. Nothing about Facebook is quiet. Sure hope none of you are going through anything like this right now. Jenni... good answer. Love you too. Thank you for being here. Let's get to the lists. We make lists around here. As always, we at RH remind you that nobody belongs here, so get out!

Reopening soon, back later tonight. Just putting cobwebs back on the microphones (who cleaned up while I was gone?). At least the picture of Jezzy is still here.

Honestly, Jess - whatever you think should be done is probably a good idea. You make it pretty easy to trust your judgment. I'd just like to know ahead of time if Grace is coming so I can turbocharge my wheelchair. ;D

Time to bump this. Yesterday was 22 month sadiversary, and I had the nerve to be surprised that I was still having creepy old thoughts. Who knows what 24 months will bring? I'm extra mega uber glad to be taking the WWT out to the west coast to be with you folks for this. It's very gratifying to remember that there's still a bunch of amazing people out there who have my back. I couldn't think of a safer place on Earth to be, and I'm so looking forward to finally seeing those of you who were there all along. And, of course, nothing happens without Jenni, the dutiful Sancho to my raving Quixote. Yes, this qualifies as a big deal!

Need a recommendation? No guarantee that a new computer will help with your tears - Windows 8 still makes me weep openly.

Um..... if it's tech support someone needs, you have only to ask. I originally wanted to provide chauffer services, but that didn't wind up being logistically possible. Computer tech stuff I can handle. How can I be of help?

I honestly have no idea what came over me to stop on the board tonight after all this time - but I stumbled over this post of yours and couldn't let it slide. I've passed the 18-month mark, but time still hasn't returned to what it used to be. It seems like such a long time and such a short time all at once - like everything's changed but I haven't caught up with it entirely. I think time is just pretty much permanently screwed up now and there's little chance that a second, or an hour, or a month, or a year are ever going to feel like they used to. With that in mind, while I have complete respect for your numbers, mine don't make any sense to me at all, so I couldn't possibly be of any help in that regard. But this is what I find to be the most amazing thing about your post - that you're on the eve of placing your heart into someone's trust again. That is extraordinary - I'm frankly so proud of you and happy for you that a stupid reply like this couldn't possibly do it justice. You were one of the kindest souls to approach me back when I crawled onto the board a year and a half ago. You were always so sweet and gentle - you even donated your voice for a cause, for chrissakes! You deserve to have a safe place to go with all that love that you've been carrying for so long. I wish you complete happiness, I offer you complete support, and I remain at your service if a need should ever arise. The time warp might never ever go away - maybe it's one of those permanent scars from the aftermath. What matters most is that your heart survived. That, to me, is the ultimate message of hope anyone could come here looking for.

As long as I'm logged in, thought I'd stop by - glad to see this is gaining some traction, considering I just booted a bago today. I don't care how bloody hot it is, the Widz World Tour must continue. Grace, I just might be able to keep up with you this time!

Hoping it went well for everyone! Yes, snow waits for no widow; I'm sorry I couldn't make it. I'll just have to keep a closer eye on this forum, won't I?

We are at t-minus one week now. Should I go public with this on facebook, or do we all know who's coming at this point?

Getting closer now, less than 3 weeks away. Jenni and I are still on schedule - we'll check in the weekend before to verify where/when we're meeting everyone. Looking very much forward to Radio Hell's next report from the field. Cya!

Seems like a logical jumping-off point. What sort of time shall we say? Jenni and I will be in town already, we'll just be waiting on all of you.

Missing you and the other Euro-wids very much, Ursula. Thanks so much for chiming in. We HAVE to find a way to spend time together again - something maybe more meaningful next time.

On a related note - given the marathon situation (can't they postpone it for us??), Jen and I will probably definitely NOT be driving into the city. We can arrange to meet any out-of-towners at Secaucus Junction as originally scheduled.

Approved and whatever - anything that the group would like is just fine. Jen and I will be in town anyway, so I'm pretty sure we can be flexible.

Funny how everything changes and nothing changes. It's amazing to think that others believe this could all just vanish without a trace. You're in my thoughts today, M2K - wishing you long-overdue happiness and gentleness. We're sorry you're here but grateful you've touched us.

The Widow World Tour continues with a repeat stop in NYC on Sunday, November 1st. Kindly go to the Widobago thread for details on this, and watch for updates both here and there as we collect more information. Hoping to cya there!

MeAndTheKids and I are going public with this. Jen and I will be in NYC over the Halloween weekend, and we left Sunday, Nov. 1st open for a bago. We have a few venues in mind, but we could use your input on this. If you're interested, please let us know your answers to the following questions: 1. Is 1 pm a good time for you? 2. Do you need the venue to be kid-friendly? 3. Do you want to talk/eat/drink/other? Basically, the same procedure as in the past applies: Jen and I are parking at Secaucus Junction and taking the train in and out of the city. At eight bucks round trip, it's tough to be - and parking at the train station is $15 for the whole day, which is roughly the cost of about an hour of parking in the city. So what'cha think? You in?

Warning: for close to a year now, the folks at the station have been trying their best to keep people from listening to our broadcasts - yet some of you just can't seem to keep your little twinkie hooks off the dial. Our latest feature is one last attempt to get you to go find something better to do with your lives. Here goes nothing.... WELCOME, kids, to Uncle Touchy's Naked Storytime Basement! Come on in and make yourselves at home. Today's story is about a misbegotten little widower who just might have had something go right in his life. Are you sitting comfortably? Yeah, I know, the floor's cold. Last chance to get out of here! FINE! Once upon a time, there was an arrogant little drama queen who spent years thinking that life revolved around him. One day he met a princess and fell madly in love with her; it seems that she possessed magical powers that made him realize that there were lots more things to care about than just himself. Inspired by his love for the princess and his new awareness of more than just his own pompous ass, he made plans for the two of them to get married. And then she got sick. And after six months of battling her illness with all sorts of horrible treatments, she passed away - leaving the little drama queen without a pot to piss in. You may be wondering why this guy was a drama queen. Well, it's because he loved the theatre; he loved how everything was larger than life on the stage. He adored the applause he would get when he delivered a line with just the right timing. In short, he was (and still is) pretty much a total egomaniac. After his princess died, nobody applauded for him anymore. In fact, huge numbers of audience members turned their collective backs on him. After a period of inertia and madness, he finally realized that his only hope was to try to get himself back into the theatre to see if he could recapture some of the glory from his former days. He decided to start small and put together a little show made up of a bunch of short plays. He hired his cast and rehearsed them as best he could. The theatre didn't exactly share his enthusiasm, but in spite of their indifference, the show went on! It wasn't very well attended, but it was a critical success. Everyone that came to the performances had a good time! Opening night, after the first show, he went out to dinner with one of his dearest friends from the theatre, as well as one of the cast members. While they dined, he became aware that opening night was the 13-month anniversary of the passing of his princess. He mentioned this to his companions and wondered aloud if it was remotely possible that the princess would have been proud of what he had done. They both said that they were pretty sure she was, and the three of them toasted her memory. The End. What's the moral, you say? Silly question - stories around here don't have morals. The best anyone can do in this place is tiny victories. The real question is whether this story constitutes a victory or not. That's all for today's transmission. As always, here's hoping you never made it past the first line. Hasty Banana from Radio Hell!

July 21st was the one year sadiversary of losing Marianne. This post sorta hit home. Maybe check in and let the folks here know how you're doing...?

That is affirmative, as soon as we lock in the venue. For now the official date is Sunday, Nov. 1st - for what it's worth, MeAndTheKids and I are hammering out details on a VERY KID-FRIENDLY venue, if that helps anyone. And lcoxwell - your warm welcome made all 38 of my personalities very happy (hey, it takes a lot of staff to run this place). We're glad you're glad we're back. Thank you so much!