On this date in history:
2007: Ye Olde Podcaster, having ill prepared for a trip out of town, finds himself in the unfortunate position of having to lower his standards by releasing the 22 Sept. episode of his show without its accompanying Bizarro Files sideline.
... You know what, I'll drop the "Ye Olde Podcaster" bit for today. A note on process and on real-life things a bit weightier than Bush-bashing, scandalous female celeb photo-linking and faking a flat-earth stance:
There was also supposed to be an episode Sunday. Why I was planning to do two episodes this weekend, I don't know. I plotted out the course of episodes -- one in the middle of the week (anytime from Tuesday to Thursday) and one on weekends (Saturday or Sunday) months ago, based on what events could make the best snark fodder or drew my eye for mention, but couldn't remember now what had so grabbed me about the two days this weekend as to make me unable to decide between the two days.
So, you end up with Bizarro Files on neither day, and only one episode this weekend. Sorry 'bout that. Though how I spent the week, with the woman I love and her (not-so) little boy, is time that's incredibly precious to me. There's more to life than podcasting, though music does add spice to life.
I've had a lot of time to think on that sort of thing in recent days. Her grandfather passed away recently, and his funeral is today. Also being honored today in a memorial service is editorial cartoonist
Brad McMillan, whom I met back in the spring, and whom I deeply regret only seeing the one time; he'd given me a standing invitation to come over and have a glass of wine and see his historic home, and I'll always rue the fact that I didn't take him up on it in time.
As I say in the podcast that'll be showing up later today: Tell the people who mean a lot to you how you feel while you can. You never know when the wind or the water or something inside the body might take them away past the sound of your voice. "If only" is the bitterest phrase in the English language, "a wish too late," as Robert Smith of The Cure put it in their song "Cut Here."
Gather ye rosebuds. Carpe diem. Drink deeply from the marrow of life. Reach out and call to say "I love you." Etc. I think you get where I'm going with this. You're smart folks.
New podcast coming up later in the day. I'll be back with The Funny in time for the Sept. 27 episode, have no fear.