This week we dance with the devil and become known as false prophets. And Cody shows off that he has one of the super powers reserved for Scientologist. Also accidental racism and some very real racism in the form of a Warner Brothers cartoon called “Coal Black and de Sebben Dwarfs” (yes you can find that online)
I have been reflecting quite a lot upon what I have learned with this podcast in this first year. It seems as though we have most certainly covered some of our favorite memories and moments yet there is more than just that. With lack of better ways of stating it, I love doing this shit. Hell I know I speak for both of us when I say that We love doing this shit. All the time, all the sacrifices, and all the the tedium is pretty inconsequential when you are looking back at the one year mark.
Don’t get me wrong, it hasn’t been all roses. I have gotten confused about audio software more than once and Brewer has to explain it to me. There have been multiple instances where we have had some fantastic idea and it morphed into something even more ridiculous and grandiose only to be forgotten before it is time to record. Our scheduled date has fallen through and we have to come up with content on the fly more than once. Plus there have been more than a few moments when we truly get under the other’s skin. Stacking this teetering pile of ideas and agenda into an outlet to be heard has not always been easy.
Often times we have been much too involved in the here and now to appreciate the journey, but what a goddamn fun journey it has been. I rarely feel this level of pride in something I have participated in. This has been both cathartic and a method of self improvement. Being able to open up and share some of my thoughts has certainly served as a method to reevaluate what is worth worrying about. Often times I feel like my best conversations are shared with our illustrious listening audience. They have listened to me cackle until I was going to vomit and get riled up to the point of wanting to spit. You have laughed at my expense as I have been unable to expel a coherent though and hopefully once in a while I have managed a thought or two that has made you think.
All things considered, this has been one fun year and We owe it to our rouges gallery, our subscribers, our casual listeners and of course our vehement dissenters. BS appreciates you all and promises to continue to be bigger, better, faster and more inappropriate as we meander into the future.
The mighty door to Vault Shenanigans has swung open and let out another locked up episode. This has all your favorite from rest-full episodes guests telling the story of Cody for your Prom Date. We also indulge in the 2 minutes hate, game on, dance safely, and this episode is not brought to you by stamps.com but it could be.
Alot is going this episode (yes I typed “alot” on purpose, want to fight about it). Cody is in a fight with Obama on two fronts, Brewer is in a fight with the Pope’s demons, Colonel Sanders is in a fight about nothing, Turtles are in a fight with Rangers and, we all lose the fight with nostalgia.
Talismans of our past are the hardest things to let go of. We have all been there before, holding tightly to something that we find infallible. Those small tokens of days long ago that made so much sense then, but now are not quite as perfect. The prevalence it had seems to creep away in inches. Until one day you question why you needed those things in the first place. Maybe it is age. It replaces sentimentality with reality until finally one gives way to another. Even when reality and good sense prevail, eventually letting go of certain things seems so difficult. We wrap our emotions so tightly around specific items. So much so that when such a bond is broken and gone, a little of ourselves goes with it. If we had it to do again, perhaps we wouldn’t become so dewy-eyed over the objects we select. Maintain a bit more practicality and distance. Possibly that is why these articles are held in such highly affectionate regard, as there was no time for logic when that bond is formed. Those nostalgic doodads of our youth are such a difficult commodity to deal in. Remember to proceed with caution as you begin to realize the holdings of the past are merely mementos. Those things were never meant to rebuild a history, just remind us not to forget it.