The world at your fingertips...yawn.

I was recently quite excited to find a link to listen to internet radio from, of all wonderful and remote places, the Federated States of Micronesia.  Specifically, the island of Yap.  Considering that my grandfather was stationed on Ulithi in the Caroline Islands during WWII, this bode well.  I was full of promise that I would be entering a world of local radio.  I remembered my college days in Vermont, when the local NPR station would read a list of who had "got their deer for the season."  Literally, "James Marshall, 8 point buck near Pittsville" or something like that.  So, you can imagine my excitement--what would Yap offer?  "Jimmy Nutuu has lost his pig.  It's brown with black spots.  If you see it, could you bring it back over to Jimmy's house?"  Eagerly I tuned in, and what is the first song I hear?   Can you believe it?  Hotel California.  Yes, freakin' Hotel California.  The same song that has been driving everyone nuts since 1980.  The song that will not die. 

I was so disappointed.  I'm going outside.