We were without internet almost all day last Sunday. Which is problematic for all the usual reasons, but was especially irksome for my daughter, who had a school assignment due by midnight.
Around 9 PM, my wife and I started frantically checking local McDonald’s to see if they had internet. Eventually we found one in a neighboring town.
Once the crisis was over, I asked why she waited so long to finish her assignment. I didn’t really need to ask. I already knew the answer. I don’t know if procrastination is usually inheritable, but she caught a bad case from her old man.
I had every intention of releasing a podcast episode last week. Under ideal circumstances, I can record on a Monday, edit on Tuesday, and release on Wednesday. Of course, ideally I’d record the previous week, and leave myself plenty of time for inevitable schedule snafus. But I don’t deal in ideals any more than a Jedi messes with absolutes.
Which is how I got burned.
As mentioned in the High 5, I was sick this week. That ruined any chances of releasing an episode since I waited till the last minute to record. Mea culpa.
I offer this not as an explanation but an assurance. If you care about the podcast, it’s coming back. I didn’t intentionally take a month off. That happened like anything else—one day at a time. But after releasing weekly episodes for four months straight, turns out I was ready for a break.
Break time’s over.
New podcast episode coming this Wednesday, which will mark a return to your regularly-scheduled nonsense.
I used the header photo because I was smitten with the title, Dude, Where’s Your Podcast? Maybe I’m the only one who’ll find it funny. It’s okay. I laugh at myself all the time.
But since I brought it up…
Dude, Where’s My Car? (2000) is a terrible movie headlined by a terrible actor, in which two white guys try to claim Cheech & Chong’s corner. It somehow made $73 million at the box office, equivalent to $130 million in today’s dollars, which would easily place it in the top 25 this year.
This is a movie in which Ashton Kutcher and Stiffler save the universe from annihilation by intergalactic aliens while looking for their missing car so they can get laid. These guys make Bill and Ted look like geniuses. The year 2000 was a different time, and we a different people.
All that said, here’s something you won’t be able to unsee once I point it out. The Hangover is basically the same movie.
Obviously there are some major differences, specifically in the plot department. There are no aliens in The Hangover—unless you count Ken Jeong’s insanity—and Mike Tyson doesn’t have a memorable cameo in Dude. But both movies are constructed around the same story device: Dazed and confused dudes retrace their steps from the previous night to locate their lost MacGuffin and discover they were mixed up in all kinds of crazy shit.
The Hangover is a far better movie. But it’s also very much the same.
I don’t find The Hangover very funny, but that’s probably a me-thing.
In summary: Podcast soon. It won’t be about either of the movies mentioned here.
If anyone wants to explain why The Hangover deserves all the hype it gets, the comments are open. 🤘🏻