Last month, my wife and podcast co-host conspired to put together an awesome birthday gift. As one of my birthday gifts, my wife surprised me by arranging a trip for Kevin to make his way out to LA for a few days and train.
Anybody who listens to the podcast knows that Kev and I usually get to see one another for short periods of time every 6 months or so. And despite my on-air hatred for the individual, doing the podcast and working with him in person is way more fun than it is on Skype. When we're both in the same room doing the podcast, the show has an entirely different feel.
"So... does this mean The Undertaker may have an asterisk next to his Wrestlemania record? If I were him I'd likely be waiting for that B-sample from his match against Lesnar at Wrestlemania 30. Just sayin."
Yeah, maybe that literal glass ceiling moment might have been a little over-the-top or cheesy, but given the years of misogynist and sexist jokes that have come at the expense of Secretary Clinton and the many female politicians that have come before her, we can give the excessive CGI a bit of a pass.
Yeah, it might make a few of the same guys who were mad that a bunch of female Ghostbusters ruined their childhood, but fuck 'em. The internet has already given their backwards cynicism too much of a voice anyway.
In the years since my time in forensics, I have loosened up on my criteria for perfect delivery. I distinctly remember my good friend Shannon Maney-Mugnuson one time yelling out in a speech room "VOCAL STUMBLES ARE FUCKING NORMAL, WE'RE NOT ROBOTS!"
I know that's been a while since we've gotten the opportunity to check in on one another, but I figure this is as good as time as any.
Those of you who were familiar with what my website looked like back in the day might be wondering what's up with the stripped down version of the monologue joke website you may have visited a few times in the past.
The answer is simple, but I suppose I should explain myself.