Well, I had to stop and fold laundry, so I haven't gotten to the end yet. You might still!

Happy to note the moral of today's Radio Free Burrito is "Don't be a duck."

Perhaps an episode of Futurecast or RFB? Or maybe how long there's been a bulldozer next door? Or maybe how long it's been since the aliens replaced Wil Wheaton with a replicated Wil Wheaton they can use to create earthquakes in Los Angeles at four in the morning? The mind boggles with possibilities!

I'm anapeptically appreciative of your kind indulgitudes.

Wow...where in the world did I get "inhumation?" I think I must have been on autopilot recalling the fumes.

Elevator Action and MunchMobile are forever at the Short Stop convenience store and gas station between and Applegate's Landing restaurant and Apple bowling alley in Bartlesville, Oklahoma. Crystal Castles is at the Best Way Food Mart on Frank Phillips Boulevard in the same city, and it was always played by the same two guys, one smelling heavily of a presently-legislated herbal preparation rolled in rice paper and inhumated. Galaga, Qix, Defender, and a few others I can see in my head by can't remember the names of...Shane's Games, which took the place of the aforementioned Applegate's restaurant. But there's one particular Jack Griffith's Gas-Up in Stillwater, Oklahoma--just off the OSU campus as you head off from Bennett Hall--where there's a big screen with all the controllers that was always telling my friends in a calm but insistent voice, "Don't shoot food." What was the game in the insane asylum that John Whorfin escapes from in Buckaroo Banzai's Adventures Across the Eighth Dimension? Been trying to remember the name of that one for years. Shane's had one of those. Cycloptic vector art alien in it. Anybody? Anybody?

I had never heard the advice about starting out with a sad piece. Or at least I'd never heard it quite that way. But I think there's a bigger principle at work there. When you show your love for someone or something, others begin to love you for it. I think when we see someone who loves, we realize they're open to being loved, and it feels good to love that kind of someone. I cried today, too, Wil. It was a good cry. You say it was sad, and yes. But it was also beautiful. Thumbs up for Aunt Val, and all the Aunt Vals.

Jingledogs is excellence. Also, Jingledogs would never post an HTML form prematurely.

A special extra thank you for Jingledogs. Jingledogs is

PS. All right, all right already. I just got the first LOTR book. Really sick of all these references going over my head.

Self conscious about writing? Got a question for you, then. When you find yourself being self-conscious about your writing, do you suspect it's anything like the feeling going through a young actor's mind when they suddenly don't know what to do with their hands? And, just incidentally, what kind of advice does one give to a young actor when they suddenly become inordinately aware of having nothing good to do with their hands? Does that advice translate, extrapolate, or mimic something we can use when we're self-conscious about writing? We're always looking for wisdom in our house. :-)

PS. Thanks for the heads up on Harvey Danger. Not familiar with any of the Dangers other than Nick. We'll give it a try.

Show notes for podcasts are a lot like liner notes for albums. Some you read because they're going to be fun, interesting, and insightful. Some you read because you have great respect for the artists and want to know what that wild instrument was in Kutiman's "Mother Of All Funk Chords." Some you skip because that particular band hasn't ever had anything more intelligent than "Copyright © 1986, Enlightened Kitty Music, ASCAP. All rights reserved." Wil—I'm happy to say you're in the category of, "Yeah...let's see what Wil's got on his mind." [Bonus points for anyone who works out who "Enlightened Kitty" is the publisher for.]

Done deal. That photo is wonderful! Was that for "Bark Like A Pirate Day" one year?