September 11, 2006

Podcasting is Hard

I don't know how many of you are sitting out there wondering where the heck the RHM podcast is. I'd be kinda surprised if any of you noticed it was missing.

But, in fact, the Crack Technical Staff and I are now going on two weeks late with the latest episode. Last week we actually recorded a podcast but I wouldn't let the CTS put it up because--and this is true--in my sleep deprived post-Cancún delirium, I was afraid that putting up a bad podcast would eliminate me from contention for taking over Steve Stewart's job.

This week, the time has just passed. I've had enough sleep, I'm free of my delusions of ever seeing the inside of a radio booth, and I have no good excuse for why the podcast isn't done.

Well, that's not entirely true. Tonight I have a good excuse. Tonight the Crack Technical Staff stood up too fast from cleaning the kitty litter and seriously knocked his head on the Cape Cod ceiling in our bathroom. It's left a nasty knot, so I've sent him to bed with an ice pack, and I'll be waking him up in 20 minutes to check the dilation of his pupils with a flashlight.

He did have an idea, though: we don't ever seem to have time for podcasting in the evening, but we always discuss baseball on our hour-long commute in the mornings. Why not take the iRiver and record those conversations? Just because it'll be 6:30 a.m. doesn't mean they'll be any less coherent than they already are. Hell, maybe the fact that we'll be recording them with I-69 whizzing past at 75 mph will actually help. If not that, certainly the sound of our kid playing Pokèmon in the backseat will be a bonus.

So, we'll give that a try. And when the next episode goes up, hopefully tomorrow, you'll also be treated to the one call we've gotten to the call-in line. If you'd like to take advantage of this extra time to call in with your comments, maybe a little something for our Ignorant and Inflammatory segment (I'm looking at you, smartelf), the number is (513) 729-7106.

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