New Year impending doesn't always have to mean an existential crisis (unless we're talking about the number of cookies I'm about to eat in the next week despite my desire not to eat a truck load of cookies.) I love audio (not video) and I think it's damn well time the dispatches went audio. It's all about honesty, immediacy, and cat farts from here on out. Back went old mfrs like me were young, everybody had answering machines that looked like wooden playstations. The best were the ones with actually reel to reel tape inside them because you could just call your friends in the middle of the night when they aren't at home and leave these long messages telling them everything on your mind and just eating up that tape. And it wouldn't cut you off. That's what I'm just done to you, and with every episode going further. No show. Just eating up the tape.

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