Hello, listeners. Around Thanksgiving we sat down and recorded a really fantastic episode for you all. Unfortunately, shit, as they say, happened. Sorry about that. Everything is fine now though, and we're pleased to release this humdinger for your listening pleasure. That's it for the preamble, on to the show notes!
We begin by discussing Phillip's adventure to Hooters in Midtown, Manhattan (never go there) and speculate about a possible support group for victims of one-sided music industry beefs. We all complain about the weather and how it cramps our style. Stupid weather. A hair redistribution action is planned.
We have an existential crisis about kind of not caring about new consoles — real ones anyway. We follow on by breaking down the sailing mechanics in Assassin's Creed and Wind Waker. We also wail and moan about the horrible, horrible sexism that pervades gaming.
A bodying occurs, and the victims are the people who get off on positive feedback about their conference but silence any criticism thereof. Leaving the scene as fast as we can, we arrive at a discussion of Pulp Fiction, the new Eminem record, and Michael Jordan playing Game 5 of the 1997 NBA Finals with the flu. It turns out that the best cure for the flu is technology-fueled rage — which Patrick delivered in spades at the conference we all met at.
Phillip tells us about the time he gave a sermon and told a poop joke to his Southern Baptist congregation. Yes, this really happened.
We discuss our Thanksgiving plans (we all had a good time; sorry about the delay) which included watching a ton of Dragon Ball Z. We enter a milieu of '90s anime nostalgia and then end up talking about Mom & Pop video stores and the etymology of "Blockbuster".
We finish off by recounting some San Francisco adventures, and Colin drops the mic after giving some spot-on relationship advice.