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 206: M, I, C [1:00:02m]: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download

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Right off the bat, as promised, I just wanted to provide the link to “Office Space” as a drama:

http://www.thetrailermash.com/office-space-drama/

Sorry, still cracks me up.

In this hour, we break free from topicality and attempt to center the holy light of our podcast onto the shining countenance of our very own Mickey. New listeners can get up to speed on what makes this production dynamo tick, and old listeners can compare this episode’s lies with previous lies and see which lies lie best!

We talk about my good, good friend quite a bit, and so I will just add a simple game here in the blog. Winner gets a free slap and tickle!

Better know a Mickey:

Mickey works at “The Facility” – what industry does the facility cater to?

Mickey lived in Georgia at one point. I know, ick, right? What town did he call home for the most part in that awful, awful state?

Mickey has a Chick. The chick once ordered “the most look-at-me food” in existence. What dish says “PAY ATTENTION TO ME!”?

Add up your scores, and let me know how you did!

While enjoying an hour of Mickey, we also cavorted (yeah, I said cavorted) to the following bands:

• Gogol Bordello – Supertheory of Supereverything
• Goldfinger – Handjobs for Jesus

 

 165: Dinner The Eater [1:03:05m]: Play Now | Play in Popup | Download

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In this hour, we discussed Dinner AND a Show, the dispirited nature of cynicism (whatever), and we began our long, heralded path to the glory of the FatManLympics.

Ah, eating, and watching local actors ply their trade, forced into various stale settings, made to speak lines that shove the plot and the house red wine down the patrons’ throats, giving their very best in the sporadically dim spotlight, casting their various and sundry pearls before so much blue haired swine. These, these happy few… What the hell is wrong with me? Anyway, TCTMID had a birthday at Capone’s here in Orlando, and that got us to talking about the many different dinner theaters here in town. Do you have such places near you, and are they grand, or hideous? We’re considering a SomaCow Outing at Medieval Times, or somewhere else, per your suggestion. I really just want to see J get attacked by a falconer.

We also talked about the rise of the internet cynic, a common theme on this show. For too long people sit and stare at their screens, artfully selecting the perfect chemistry of typeface and lack of punctuation, delicately aiming their dart of derision into any form of creative creation. We’re sick of seeing it, from Youtube to Fansites and everywhere in between. If you cannot add to something, you should end your life. Or, at the very least, spend less time with things you hate. Or just come here. We’ll always have you, you cute li’l hater, you.

To tell you the truth, I forgot much of what else we discussed (I think I reviewed Duma Key by Stephen King, with Elross, but that might have just been an undigested-blot-of-mustard-inspired dream). What REALLy matters is the FatManLympics! We need events, we need sponsors, and we need black unitards (they’re slimming)! We’re nailing out the details even now, so if you have an event you would like to see J, myself, and whatever other fat men we can muster compete in, speak up, son. Sound off like you’ve got a pear.

I, personally, cannot wait for the Totino’s Party Pizza Snarf.

We munched on the following great bands in this hour:

• Gogol Bordello – Alcohol
• Go! Motion – A Broken Argument