Episode coming Saturday night (new hex unlocked!)
So I was all set up to record Thursday, as indeed I am most want to do, and then I were afflicted with a pain of the head much like small iron rods what did ran thro' my brain;
all is well, thought I, 24 hours only;
then, in the moment I was starting to record, my power went out, and it's only just come back on 8 hours later.
Which is a shame, because my hatred of July 4th could've led me to some real Apocalypse Now shit, and who knows?, it still may.
Show oughta be ready & posted either late tonight or what I still consider "late tonight" but is technically early Sunday morning, presuming I do not have a piano dropped onto me from a 4th story window, and when I emerge from its ruined carapace, I have piano keys instead of teeth, or perhaps – and this is something I've wanted to film for a long time, no direct use or plans for it, I just think it's a good idea – I do the Buster Keaton bit where a house falls on me, but I'm unscathed because I was standing in the exact spot of an open window when the house is laid out horizontally, except I really obviously misjudge the positioning, and you, the viewer, are thinking What's the joke here? How's he gonna get out of this?, and there is no joke, I get obliterated by a collapsing house
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How you can be this funny with a migraine is beyond me, and I say this as a funny person with chronic migraine, so la di dah
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Hope its a long one.
You know what's funny about that sentence – it applies to a podcast episode, but it could implicitly allude to the dimensions of my dick-style penis. And that reminds me of a particularly grotesque dick-size line from some Biggie track, wherein he refers to the size of said dick (in this case his own) by saying "Believe me, sweety, I've got enough to feed the needy." It always makes me think of the HOLY MOUNTAIN scene where they take a full-body impression of the main dude and then use it to make pastries in the form of the crucified (allegedly) Christ (allegedly). In my mind right now, the main dude is waking up and screaming, but not because of the Christs; he finds himself in a storeroom surrounded by perfectly accurate pan-dulce copies of Biggie's penis, thousands and thousands of them, and most of that movie is vaguely in the past, I think?, so we can assume that actually Biggie didn't start off as a rapper. He wanted to be a professional penis model, but he was too good at what young rappers/producers/etc. refer to "this whole rap shit" in an effor to acquire a specious air of sophisticated Weltschmerz. Biggie has backed himself into a corner, without a single creamcake Jesus or tres-leches recreation of his own penis, and in the delirium of his fear, he believes that his real dick must also be gone