RL184 - Mr. Choöde

This week, Merlin and John talk about

  • AM radio stations, Frank Sinatra and the painting "Legend" by Chris Consani (Music)
  • John's sister working at the record store (Family)
  • Merlin and John at the San Francisco Sketch Fest 2016 (Shows and Events)
  • Happy donkey show at a Christmas party (Currents)
  • John opening an eBay store (Objects)
  • A short update about the GMC RV still waiting down in Redding.

The problem: It's a happy donkey show, referring to the Christmas party of 2016 where they had a donkey to distract the kids.

The show title refers to some banter about John's eBay-name that originates from his time as a freight train hopper.

They banter a while about music between the stories of the show. A lot of people think John is trolling when he goes online saying he doesn't like The Smiths, which is true and John is trolling with the most delighted smile on his face. Morrissey only ever learned 5 notes.

It's been a while since John had a podcast with Dan and he has all those boxes stacking up.

Fun fact: A fighter plane needs 30 knots of headwind to successfully take off from an aircraft carrier, which not coincidentally is also the maximum speed of an aircraft carrier.

In the winter time, John has to warm up his truck for 1,5 hours. At the time of recording the show it is 37 degrees (about 3 degrees Celsius) and John guessed 42, so his calibration is 5 degrees off.

John is thinking about starting a new podcast about the greek perspective (perspective as in architecture by the ancient Greek), cohosted maybe with John Siracusa, who is Italian, which is between Jewish and Greek. That could be yet another show. John could be like Jesse Thorn and build a whole podcasting empire, he just needs to grow a creepy beard.
Between Jewish and Greek: If John would have a threesome, that's where he'd wanna be! (Merlin doesn't like to talk about sex).

Emelie Nussbaum was writing a review of the Jessica Jones television program on The New Yorker and she referred to Jonathan Coulton's lyrics as though he was a universally understood, contemporary music reference. John wondered who the audience for this was until he realized that The New Yorker is designed for him now. His whole life he thought of the typical New Yorker reader as this old tweety fart who has a lot of pictures on top of his piano and a Tony Award on a shelf somewhere, sitting there absentminded while reading The New Yorker, but now the average New Yorker reader is a GMC RV owner who is considering buying a cavy.

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