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Post by Neal on Mar 22, 2009 14:30:14 GMT -5
We had Scott Marlowe on talking about Bigfoot, I was wondering if anyone would like more of these type of shows. Not all the time just now and then maybe a UFO or ghost specialist.
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Post by jjrdias on Mar 22, 2009 20:49:25 GMT -5
I'm all for it. The internet airwaves crave your banter. Whatever it takes.
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Post by gorman on Mar 22, 2009 20:51:45 GMT -5
im a massive myth mark so yeah go for it you can also do a tie in with real life ghost movies also
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Post by luditesupreme on Jun 4, 2011 5:29:01 GMT -5
I like that kind of stuff but maybe try to go off the beaten . there is a lot of u.fo talk on the air . a lot of genre related stuff happened in your area neal . maybe you could interveiw some one about the witch trials or maybe do a lovecraft show . not that howie was supernatural but who knows with that guy
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Post by jhuddy666 on Jun 6, 2011 7:22:35 GMT -5
I really like stuff on hauntings so yea I wold dig some more shows on that.
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Post by loverofbeers on Jul 22, 2011 1:26:31 GMT -5
I definately would love these kind of shows Nasty Neal.
A Halloween time guest call-in show with REAL PERSONAL ghost stories/experiences would be awesome. I was not a believer in ghosts until I was 30. Want to know what happened? Do a show!
I'll call in some chilling personal shit about two bad, bad buildings. And, two colonial period buildings in Upstate New York.
Oh, one story is at its best when I started fucking with the very active poltergeist in the bar I was working at, The Gingerman, now known as The Ghost Room for obvious reasons (Austin, Texas, 304 West 4th Street).
One night, and I had a witness, Al, the ghost messed with me with bouncing knives and vibrating glasses. Al, a tough good guy, went pale, I flipped off the ghost and yelled "Fuck You Ghost!". I'm special sometimes.
That one story involves where the bum hung himself before deciding to stay a spell, and where I decided to have my own private urinal from then on for at least a year. I quickly got over fearing the ghost, and it became very personal.
Crazy I know, but I knew about a dozen ex-staff members spanning a decade with experiences and sometimes shared experiences. I shared experinces with others three times. Al, a manager, shared one with me and one with Big Miguel, a lovable scary giant of an Apache/Chicano, who was terrified of the women's bathroom and the "suicide room". A few women had stories from that bathroom.
I'm only touching the surface here. There was a Ouija board experience on a Halloween night in "The Ghost Room" aka "The Suicide Room", my future private urinal. I loved pissing a pint of beer out in that shower at three in the morning! Very active and irritating dead sonabitch.
I begged to be allowed to spend the night in there, but I was always refused. Last aside, when I told another manager abouth the "knife incident", her responce verbatim was "You are an asshole to the ghost". I still say fuck the dead knife-wielding whiner/pussy. I shouldn't have had to put up with as RVD would say his "dirty shadow" looming around my pretty living face.
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Post by luditesupreme on Jul 22, 2011 1:34:52 GMT -5
lob it's been said that the dead are always around us whether we know it or not . perhaps his dirty shadow did not invade your space . their is every possibillity you invaded his
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Post by luditesupreme on Jul 22, 2011 1:50:36 GMT -5
by the way i'm not saying he should have been throwing knives that's a little extreme the dead have to behave . just because your dead is no reason to be uncivilized
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Post by loverofbeers on Jul 22, 2011 1:56:35 GMT -5
Trust me I thought of that a dozen times. The whole "Knife Incident" is a story for another time, a lot happened that night, and it was the most active night for two of us, Al being a veteran of ghostly bullshit and threats there, as the Ouija board was his; it went very badly for all involved. Big Mig was scarred for life, and he should be, and I love the guy.
Keeping it simple, the way I read it, the ghost took a pairing knife in an empty kitchen (except for my pretty living face) and bounced it across concrete eight feet toward me as I entered "his space", MY kitchen. The knife travelled half way across the kitchen toward me. His best shot missed my foot by at least a yard and a half.
It was a pathetic attempt to spook. I don't like to be threatened by knives, and my past reactions have been the opposite of weary and safe. My problem/psychosis, but I take knives bouncing at me personally and.....
I loved my urinal. Much and often. I was "an asshole to the ghost". And I'd do it again.
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Post by loverofbeers on Jul 22, 2011 2:00:15 GMT -5
Just read your reply, and thank you and exactly!
So your thoughts on my first ever thread? I'd love to read anything you want to share or ask about the topic.
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