Jan 30, 2016

Awesome Awkward Angsty Angst...

I've heard it said that blogs are kind of dead if you want to make a living from them (Whew! Pressure is off for meeeeeee!), but that Podcasts are moving or have moved into the blog slot.  And I've already mentioned my growing affinity for podcasts. I love them so.

There is one I found recently, called the Mortified Podcast. There is a whole Mortified 'thing,' where people go to stage venues stand up in front of a microphone and read their journals, diaries, or other writings from childhood or adolescence. Deliberately and on purpose. They have stage shows in lots of cities, and over the years they've compiled the audio from some of them, and sometimes added follow-up interviews, into a podcast. These are people from all walks of life, so it's a bit of a mixed bag which episodes you might find the most interesting, but it seems to me that there must be something for most everyone.

I'm trying to decide how much of an introduction to give before sharing this episode with you. I mean, I want as much as possible for you to understand how I ended up in the parking lot at work, having to stop the episode early and pull myself together from a serious ugly laugh-cry before I went inside, and needing to stifle a few escaping giggles for the next half hour or so. Then again if I explain too much...well, I don't want to ruin it, is what I'm saying.

 These are the things you should know going into things:

--You'll need about 20 minutes, and it's not for little ears (unless your kids are sailors like some of mine. AHEM).

--The first half was fun and sweet in a sassy way, but it was the second half that sent me into hysterics.

--There are F-bombs. I really don't like the F-word, but in this context it is kind of hilarious. I think you'll see why, even if you wince a little bit like I did.

--I was born and raised in Phoenix, but two big parts of my heritage are solid Midwestern values and nerdiness. Nerdery. Nerd-dom.

--This podcast perfectly exemplifies the struggles of adolescence that transcend all. In other words, farm kids can have attitudes too.

So listen. Enjoy. Have some earmuffs on hand for the F-bombs. Maybe cotton ones...

 

2 comments:

Elizabeth said...

hahaha. I have forwarded this on to my BFF who judged meat in hs. ; )

Skerrib said...

OMG, that's a whole other bucket of puns!