New podcast episode!
Same old terrible people.
Normally, our podcast is accessible only to patrons of this site who pledge $1 or more, but since we went on such a shamefully long hiatus, we’re just putting this new episode out there. Free! Free! And worth every cent.
Our podcast (which we hope to start producing weekly again) is about 25 minutes of me and my husband Damien having some drinks and talking about stuff that amuses us, which this week includes errant underwear, errant Malteasers, blue caviar, and a little thing I like to call “Malcolm Gladwell.” No politics. A little cussing. More in-jokes than you can even handle. There’s usually a poem at the end, but this week, I went with something different.
We are very grateful to our current, faithful patrons who have stuck with us for no good reason at all. Really, thank you.
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Who can even say what’s in this podcast? What isn’t in this podcast? Not Chuck Norris, that’s who!
And not a poem by Donald Justice.
Photo by Carlos Killpack via Flickr (Creative Commons)
It’s a stone cold sober podcast! And in honor of how much we suck, it’s free.
Damien and I incisively analyze the dead hand of Mother Angelica, how Facebook pranks all of Australia, newspapers that were not metaphors, a small disappointment about sharks, cocktails, lyme disease, toxic masculinity, and so much more. And a poem by W.B. Yeats.
LEONARD BERNSTEIN! It almost works.
And a poem by John Bargowski.
In honor of FINALLY GETTING AROUND TO RECORDING A PODCAST FOR ONCE, we’re making this one free to all comers. (Normally, podcasts are for closers, I mean patrons.) Sorry it’s been so long! Or, you’re welcome! You’re welcome!
This evening, we snickered our way around hybrid wolves, Vienna sausages, the town with no bootstraps, cellulite, egg salad, William Faulkner and his sauce, the difference between boys and girls, and of course a poem by Wislawa Szymborska.
Additional audio “provided” by “Damien.”
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