Poorly Planned – Show 9
A couple people have listened, Scott needs new friends, the PA shooter’s blog is better than ours, and what I hope is the last political discussion we have on the show.
A couple people have listened, Scott needs new friends, the PA shooter’s blog is better than ours, and what I hope is the last political discussion we have on the show.
Topics include what Scott keeps in his bathroom, a celebrity deaths bit that goes nowhere, how we’re big in Norway, a brief discussion of Rhode Island tourism, a sloppy interpretation of Malcolm Gladwell’s Outliers, and a completely uninformed conversation on health care.
Live from Scott’s kitchen, our first guest didn’t show, we still haven’t figured out segues, job interview experiences, vacation stories, pregnancies, birth defects, bionics, abortion, and uninformed discussion of Roman history.
Just a quick mention that we’re running ads for Poorly Planned on Facebook and Fark.com. An errant click may send them this way.
To any of you that found yourself here that way, welcome, and thanks for humoring us. The website is a work in progress, even more so than the show. It’ll be a couple of weeks before there’s much worth seeing here.
This one we’re happy with; it’s the first listenable show. Topics include another reality show pitch, advocation of violence against women, bladder issues, segue discussions, iPhone apps, and pedophilia humor.
The first half isn’t bad. Topics include reality show pitches, racism, and payoff on Scott’s drama.
The last half isn’t bad. Topics include growing pains, lack of progress, more complaining about work, Raving Fans of Moving Cheese, Office Space references, the managerial cock is always greener, a b-movies and rap lyrics discussion that goes absolutely nowhere, fire safety, and fun with anencephaly.
Relatively speaking, this one isn’t great. Discussions include poor literary choices and other things that trigger our elitism, tales of drinking too much the night before, the opportunity costs of adultery, more vague references to Scott drama, bitching about work, dream walk-out scenarios, running out the clock, still putting off Douche Chill Theater, and how not even spam bots visit our website.
Not quite as good as the first show. Topics include racism, Facebook groups about mid-twentieth century dictators, and no payoff on a bit we set up last show. Sorry about that.
Our shitty podcast, Poorly Planned, is now available. It’s linked to over in the sidebar, and you can subscribe by clicking the link here, or by hopping over to iTunes and searching for Poorly Planned.
I realize that being listed on iTunes doesn’t really mean anything–the approval process consists of checking that the file exists and that the title isn’t “Child Pornography–Pro Tips from Steve and Scott”–but being available on iTunes does give me a feeling of legitimacy and validation that our 11 unique hits to date just can’t match.
The single available show (show two will be posted in the next couple of days) isn’t great, but I’m happy with it as a first attempt. It wasn’t all vocalized pauses and nervous laughter, which puts us in the upper third of amateur content. There was a strong undercurrent of homophobia, but we’ll get past that in time. The anxiety of being in front of a microphone reduced us to twelve year old versions of ourselves, just calling each other fags instead of trying to make points. Believe me, I understand that words hurt, and offending potential listeners is the last thing I’d ever want to do. In future shows we’ll try to call each other retards instead.
I can see from our logs that of our eleven visitors, only those that are me, married to me, doing a show with me, or approving the show for inclusion in a directory have actually downloaded it. The other seven of you have made a wise choice–no harm in giving us a few shows to work out the kinks. By the fifth or sixth show I’m sure that bandwidth meter will be pegged.
Show one discussions include what we’re trying to do, trashing our friend who couldn’t make it, famous dirty internet pictures, guilty pleasures, and terrible things we’ve written in our pasts.