But thankfully, I have not been idle....No, I didn't punch the boy's tooth out. That was the fun of gravity and playground equipment. Perhaps, since the other front tooth is loose as a result, we'll get to fill in the cliche Christmas song concerning said two front teeth. No, I'm not going to let that annoying song permeate, no matter how vomit-inducingly cute that may be.
However, here's a shocker that justifies the lack of bloggage. After bitching about it for months, I finally got my room cleaned!
It's a tendency I have, to have a spot where I pile up shit. And that pile tends to grow. And when that place is the place that has the least people going in and out (and trust me, the bedroom has seen no action (except personal) in the time since the booting of the insipid Succubus). But now, with the shit mostly organized, perhaps I can at least imagine getting some (really, imagining is optimism for me).
In addition, I've also finally gotten the room set up as the recording studio I had always envisioned.
Which brings me through the 3x2cast.
I'll let the site and it's beautifully-crafted podcasts (which co-stars myself) speak for itself. But I will dig into the history of the 'cast.
It started back in high school, when Lars D, my co-host of the 3x2cast, and I were basically two geeks sitting down getting our Trekkie on when not salivating over games on an old Commodore 64 where you got to kill things to the text description of "reduced it to a fine red mist" and witty hidden text gems like "the Force stopped you, you hozer." Yeah. But we also had a cassette recorder and a shitty condenser mic (which I still have). And we did little radio-like things. And for our level of tech, it was fun.
Fast forward to my college years, I spent a couple of them doing the college radio thing. Had a couple different show, got thrown off the air once, and sort of developed my characters further. Which is why you'll notice in the 'cast that I tend to add titles, like "the Illustrious One," the "Legend of Legends," the "former Pagan god of the airwaves" (a reference to my college radio days, and whatever I pull out of my (cute) ass.
As I was doing this, Lars was rocking the mic for the Kiwis in his adopted homeland.
I had been considering getting some podcasts up since I started the whole blog thing because, while I am a writer at heart, you just can't convey all the fun and lunacy in black and white (or whatever text and background color). And while Lars was on the other side of the world, the technology available (cheap and/or free) wasn't quite adequate for the purpose. Plus, it's hard to maintain a flow when you can't interact face to face.
Especially when you're not a professional and you haven't done it for years.
But now that we're on our game and each podcast is coming more naturally (as long as the shit doesn't crash!!!), it's only a matter of time before world domination begins.
And I think I can keep the bedroom clean until January....
