Frahnkenshteen - [Etcetera]

We stitched together a fine Halloween program for your listening pleasure.

The Vader Sessions guys, Matt Goldman and Steve Frailey from www.akjak.com joined us to talk about their brilliant creation. Hordes of Etcetera listeners descended upon us for a scary good time. And what would the show be without at least one bleep? Click here for a wicked version of Etcetera.

There won't be a live stream next week cause I'll be trick-or-treating with the kids, but this show has your All Hallows Eve covered. Subscribe to the podcast to get the program delivered fresh when we return.

Dry Stream Bed of Consciousness - [Erik]

Want to smoke…in gods country…fresca…gonna smoke myself to death.

Dreamers…I want to get together with the dreamers and large amounts of money. Why do I think it takes money to make dreams come true…is that true…is it…I feel disorganized…the sheep are scattered for lack of a shepherd…and money…or not. Maybe money is my god and I’ve left my first love…

I have to do something…need to change…I cant…I feel like I’m going to explode, so many ideas with no outlet…no time…no money…too busy making money to do what I want…I’m not special, I think I am but I’m not. Why should my ideas be put into action, maybe I should just accept it. Maybe I should stop doing everything that doesn’t make money…no more gatherings, no more podcast, no more radio show, no more aikido…just simplify…why am I burning myself out for these things…because they are what I care about, but why…why does it matter.

Panic, will it all get done…will it ever happen, do I just live in an imaginary world that I’m trying to force into reality. Its too much for me, what would happen if I just quit…I’d like to try being homeless…plastic bag strapped to my belt and reading books all day…going where I want when I want…no pressure.

God id like to have some good thoughts, why does all this depressing crap rattle around in my head all the time. Why don’t I talk to you more, why don’t I want to go to you when I know you’ve been a good place to go in the past, that you give rest…that its all so simple when I’m with you. Just knowing that everything is going to be alright. I want to be better, but being better is too hard. Maybe being homeless is better.

Crossing The Streams - [Matthew]

What to say gotta just write and not even stop to retype misspelled words, wurds, wuurds… no stop, no esllipses, ellipses. There’s whole lotta punctuation that doesn’t get used. The tilda. What the heck is a tilda. Also the cent symbol didn’t make the cut onto the keyboard. I did find out you can still insert it some how, gotta go to the ‘insert’ function. Blah, blah, blah, stupid stuff, dribble, drivel out of my brain, throwing poses, one by one, if it’s not nonsense then it’s probably not real, panning through these random brain firings like a forty-niner sifting and panning for the rare and golden nugget. Okay, I confess that I just looked down at the keyboard to find the hyphen. Fear. That’s what I’m feeling because if I were to stop and think about something I mean just write whatever, what would come out maybe something bad, what evil is lurking in my head that I don’t know about. I do confess the ones I do know about scare me enough. Maybe I’ll find out by accidentally typing something that I really have a hankering to wear ladies undergarments. Oops and now I’ve said too much. The other day I realized how deeply burned into my brain are the names of the kids I grew up in school with Toni Renfro, Adam Cogbill, Eric Gerstemeyer. Interesting phenomenon of this here internet age is that if I’ve managed to spell any of those names correctly, there’s a reasonable chance that someone ego surfing could actually come across this blog and be able to reestablish contact. So I feel like I’m not streaming the consciousness here, I’m vamping, doing a monologue, doing little parlor tricks for you. I am not stopping typing, in fact I’ve been typing steadily since I began except for the occasional um, um, um, u, u, uk u, uk u amnesia my fingers seem to experience. So what, what, what?

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3 Is the Magic Number - [Etcetera]

The three-legged stool of podcasting hit the internet with full force this week. After two shows without the whole crew in the studio, it was triple nipple the fun. Click here for the stool, the whole stool, and nothing but the stool. Click here to get your weekly stool sample delivered fresh each week.

As promised, here's a link to the Communion Taste Test over at Real Live Preacher (it's dot commmmmm) courtesy of F'ing Andrew.

And this just in, the creators of the Vader Sessions have agreed to be on a future show. The hits just keep coming. It's Etcetera bisque!

Stream of Consciousness – [Erik]

Matt was going to submit his stream first, but I couldn’t wait. I had some free time so I jumped in. Here’s what spilled out of my head...

Sister got me shine on you crazy diamond, wish you were here, pink floyd album….breathing out…still slightly hangover too much wine, sweet, smoking bad too, why always so down? Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun…joes book is good so far, maybe he can help me get famous, maybe I can help him…that just said out of guilt because I thought he could help me. Mee, me, me, me too. Agent smith in my head, am I sounding cool…very important…song…shine on you crazy diamond…that guy went nuts…im 34 now, past the age of schizophrenia kicking in…acid, weed bullet dodged…I don’t have to follow the rules…why am I so special? Want to go back and edit…bad grammer…caps, no caps, not consistent, want it tight, want it perfect…public face, water, why did I think water…? Question mark, not a sentence, stream of consciousness…water, stream, cant guide the flow, maybe why…love the first cut on wish you were here…that’s our song, kinda fucked up on some level that our song is wish you were here…specially with what we talked about last night…sex, wine, be careful here…editor on in head…better stop…

back in...

Im the target market…that feels good…somebody wants to talk to me, and tell me about some stuff to buy…key life…hmm, steve, old guy, hurts too, grey hair and experience…glad to have him in my life, o b 1, not a bad deal…wish I was here more, wish I was with my wife more…even when we’re in the same room…wind blowing…bad breath in my mouth, smoking steves pipe tobacco again…why does he let me…why doesn’t anybody in the building complain, its got to be annoying, the both of us puffing away…big pig flying over germany…listening to pink floyd still. I just thought something I don’t want to write…filter is still up, it would ruin my life…can’t let it all out, nobody would understand…I’m not a good person, well not good thoughts, at least I don’t act on them, fantasy world…scary, will it creep into reality? Will I fold, will I give up one day and hurt the people that love me…?

Taking the Mask Off - [Etcetera]

Click here to hang out with us. There was some decent conversation and then the Merry Monk took off his mask...again. Be sure to join us next week for the return of the Spastic Mystic and hopefully an interview with the creators of the Vader Sessions.

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Two-legged Stool Sample - [Etcetera]

The title of tonight's show says it all. It wasn't our best effort, but hey...the Comedy Ninja was on vacation, the Merry Monk was self-conscious, and the Optimistic Spastic Mystic was mortified by her very funny [but totally innocent (and bleeped at her request)] reference to Monkey Booger 5's advance placement status.

Click here for sucktasticness. Maybe some more self-deprecating comments will help. Nope...it is what it is.

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This could be our worst, most wrong show ever. Meh.