Remember down there, in that post right down... almost... scroll down a bit....okay, yeah, there. That post. I mention we were about to positively, absolutely record episode 43 that night. Yeah, not so much.
No, it didn't happen. The amusing part is that that's only the tip of the ice burg as we've been trying to record this for a couple of weeks now. One day I'll cancel, then Smitty, then Pike, lather, rinse, repeat. Please don't get me wrong, we've had to scrub these for very valid reasons and far be it for a modest podcast to get in the way of Real Life (tm).
So what I'm getting to is that I'm not telling you when we're recording. Do we have a date? Maaaaybe. Maybe not. You'll never know. When and if we do schedule a date, the minute it enters our brain we'll go ahead and transcode it into heiroglyphics and then speak to each other only in that unpronounceable dialect so that the very utterance of an actual calendar date won't offend the gods and bring down the Curse Of Episode 43 once again. Oh, we'll beat you, you pesky curse. And your little dog, Toto, too. Beat you to a goddamn pulp, we will!
Until that time, I have the benefit of inflicting Vanessa Carlton on Mark and Owen. Muahahaha.