It’s like the night before Christmas, except my mom isn’t lying on the kitchen linoleum clutching a bottle of George Dickel and muttering something about how people used to say she looked like Jacqueline Onassis. I’m so excited I can hardly sleep! True, sleep often comes slowly when one’s apartment is below an illegal cock fighting parlor off the 105 freeway, but this is different. I’m just so terribly excited that we’ll be recording the first installment of my new podcast tomorrow! Yep, I’ve purchased all the equipment at last week’s Inglewood police auction, installed the latest Linux kernel for something interesting to talk about, stocked up on Bugles and Rumpleminze, and invited Joey and The Gator over to record. Now, I’ve just got to get some shut eye so I can wake up fresh to uncage the fragile hummingbird of podcastery so it might flutter about between your ears, its beak tipped with delicious aural nectar.

Yikes, speaking of birds, you ever hear the sound a bantam rooster makes when it gets an eye torn out? I’ve go to talk to my landlord, but I’m fairly certain that was him who was shot last week out by the dumpsters.

I’m still not 100% on the show’s name, but I’m leaning towards TWIN: This Week in Net. What do you think?