What a world we live in, eh? Sometimes it's hard to believe that this is the world we live in. In this episode's description slot—yeah, the one that's supposed to hook you with timestamps and guest bios—let's just cut the crap and wrestle with what quantum reality actually means before our brains melt: the Copenhagen crew insists measurement collapses the wave function into crisp probabilities, turning the universe into a dice-rolling observer-dependent haze where "reality" only snaps into focus when looked at, no hidden variables allowed. Counterpunching is the Many-Worlds gang, screaming that nothing collapses—every possibility branches into its own parallel reality, so Schrödinger's cat is both alive and dead forever, just not in your branch, making the cosmos an infinitely splitting deterministic tree with no special role for consciousness. Then Bohmian mechanics sneaks in with pilot waves guiding particles along definite paths through a non-local, deterministic universe that respects hidden variables but laughs at relativity's speed limits. Throw in objective collapse models that say the wave function randomly fizzles on its own at large scales, QBism treating quantum states as pure personal belief updates, and the relationalists insisting everything is just correlations between systems with no absolute state at all. Is the universe a participatory illusion, a vast multiverse vending machine, or a hidden clockwork conspiracy? Tune in to this weeks episode where we discuss none of this and the boys focus on much more benign aspects of reality, like Julius and Ethel Rosenberg, the teen cigar club from Massachusetts, and Air Canada's best pilot. 

The hosts put on a good show, I will give them that. I do listen to the episodes. They're good. These guys know what's good, and what's funny. Sorry, I have a phone call ... brb

Well here we are again. Still can't believe the hosts of this podcast haven't read any of these descriptions I've been writing. It was fun to reminisce last week, in the podcast description, about my old technical writing days. I'm thinking of doing more creative writing, but I'm not sure what I should be writing, creatively. I guess romance novels are popular. I was at Target and walked down the book aisle (btw, slim pickin's these days ...) and most of the slop they had was romantic novels based on romance. Seems like something I could do. Imagine that, "guy who wrote the manual for the Sanyo answering machine is now writing raunchy romance!" The guy's back at the writing workshop wouldn't believe it. Anyone remember Readers Digest? I've eaten a few of the issues, and let me tell you, very hard to digest! I wrote that for Readers Digest jokes about 30 years ago, they rejected it. My career, outside of the Sanyo answering machine technical instruction manual, has been a career of rejection. Anyway, good ep. Lots of laughs. 

You think this podcast description stuff is easy, don't you? I've said this before, but I'm employed as a podcast description writer. I have a PhD in technical writing and here I am, writing podcast descriptions. This is the only show the hosts forgot to tell me what I should be writing for podcast descriptions, so I use this description space to vent. This shit isn't easy, podcasting descriptions. You're probably wondering how I got into this game, right? Well, back in 1990 I was commissioned by Sanyo to write the translation of the owners manual and warranty card for the TAS 3450 Sanyo Answering Machine, which was known as having one of the most detailed, yet elegant owners manuals in all of electronic goods. I'm not talking elegant like, Carol Alt, Kim Bassinger, or even Princess Diana, I'm talking elegant in the technical sense: achieving maximum clarity and impact with minimal complexity. My work on the TAS 3450 really caught everyone's attention in the industry, and I went on to have a very successful technical writing career. Fast forward to 2026 and I'm writing descriptions for America's Last Newsroom, and NYTimes The Daily, and many many more. The difference between America's Last Newsroom and The Daily is unbelievable. Every time I've submitted a podcast description to The Daily, which is every day, they send back copious amounts of notes and changes that need to be made. America's Last Newsroom has never once read what I have written and approve it within seconds, making me think it's some sort of automated system they have (i'd love to know, maybe I could write a manual about that system). Never once have they opened an email, read my work, or even given positive feedback. So here we are, I get to use their show description as a diary, and you get to understand how technical writers are now writing podcast descriptions. I know no one reads this. Even you, why are you still reading? There's no information in here about the podcast ...

We need to talk. Yes, you. We need to talk. Sit, please. What? No, nothing's wrong, we just have to talk. No! Nothing! I swear, nothing's wrong, we just haven't talked ... a check-in. You only have a few minutes? Because of previous commitments? Well, could you perhaps call your friend and let them know we're having a talk. We haven't talked in a long time, as I mentioned, and I feel like we need to check-in. Ok, just call them. No! It's not a bad thing. Just a check-in. Let me know when you're finished. We just need to chat. Nothing serious. Just a chat. 

April's showers, bring May's flowers, but nothing of June? March? Nothing? I understand "poetic license", but there are MANY more months, at least 12 ... and to only be using a few of them for your little song? Odd. Anyway, good ep, but let me tell you about my dream last night ... I was driving a car through the lobby of a movie theater. It was more like a bike type thing, and I kept being like "ope, scuse me, ope, watch out" - somehow Hillary Clinton was there? She asked me what I do I said podcast and she talked about how she'd done a lot of podcasts, OH OK HILL', I was like, lets move on, anyway, I went outside, and my car was covered in snow, ON THE INSIDE! Crazy isn't it? Also saw a bus nearly tip over. 

Wow what a show we have here. You're going to love it, I can tell. No, I'm not a hypnotist, I'm a hypnotic specialist! The hypnotists, hypnotist. Yes, that's right. Don't believe me? You will, in, 3, 2, 1 ... 

Okay, if I said to you ... "How do you spell the letter H?" .. what would you answer with? Hhonestly, hi dhon't heven know. I was trying to show you how crazy the letter H is. I'm doing a bit. I'm flexing language. That's what I do! 

Enjoy the show. 

Wake up! It's time for the podcast! Yes, the podcast! The one you've been listening to and the one you're always telling your friends about. IT's a new episode, it packs all the punches, it let's you take a moment to contemplate, it then returns and slides you into home base like a baseball player stealing home. Imagine stealing a whole home, if you weren't a baseball player. Some sort of masked crusader, that isn't a baseball player, "stealing home" lol, it would be insane. Your whole house would be gone. Where would you put it?