Ep 11 - Brought To You By The Letters S & K And By The Number 11
Ep 11 - Brought To You By the Letters S & K and By the Number 11
Dear Diary. It's been 11 episodes now and I fear I may never achieve my goal of mildly entertaining the listening public.
Couldn't find a co-host who was willing to work for Pellegrino and m&ms so I was forced to pick one from the studio audience. Fancy Nancy drew the short straw and proceeded to destroy what was left of my confidence by announcing that she'd never listened to the podcast before. She then went on to pick on me about my weight and question the veracity of my parents' marriage certificate.
I tried to bolster my negative self-image by relating a fun tour that I had recently conducted with a trio from Chicago, one of which happened to be a tour guide as well, and had commended me for my enthusiasm. It was at this point that my colleagues pelted me with batteries. If that weren't' enough, the Throng is growing restless and have taken to antagonizing me through emails.
Even the generally popular subject matter (Animal obituaries) seemed to be confusing as a discussion about the Guinea Pigs of Delores Park dovetailed into a commentary by Shantwon about "Selfie Takin' Monks". I had assumed that they were talking about a couple of new indie bands but was shouted down and burned with cigarettes.
When I questioned Fancy Nancy about her neighborhood of Silver Terrace she avoided the subject and claimed to have ties to every San Francisco district. As things started to get heated Babette showed up and poured gas on the situation by denouncing the natural hair movement among black women and challenging Fancy Nancy to a duel over which super hero had the cutest accent.
To be fair, the gang ended everything with a laugh but I couldn't trust that it was genuine since I had just asked them to do so.
I hope next week goes better. I'd hate to have to endure an audit right after the hip surgery knowing that the podcast isn't sharp.