After my last foray into academia, I find myself tending to view experience in a more mechanistic way than I did before. Nowadays, I tend to see “pleasure” in terms of the brain dosing itself with feel-good chemicals, and the experiences that to give us pleasure as hacking the system to flip those switches. Of course, in reality such a reductive way of seeing things is not the totality of my experiential assessment -- but when it comes to my computer, it sure does translate well. The durned cornpooter is just like a goddamn skinner box—with its little button thing sticking out on a wire that I can wiggle around and poke at until it poops out some bit of information— thus causing feel-good juice ta squirt into my noodlewad. It provokes much in the way of compulsive repetitive behavior that bears little fruit, in terms of an overall value-added perspective. The computer acts a a fine stain on my microscope slide of life. It really helps to make pathology much more noticeable. Thank you cornpooturd!

    I was going to go into my experience with the “Masons” that I blabbed about so much in podcasts of yore, but have decided to wait until someone actually shows interest in the topic. If anybody cares to get the inside story on all of that, just leave a comment, and I’ll serve it up! Otherwise -- I’ll just assume that anybody who might be reading this already knows the story, and typety type about other, less meaningful things.  Then again— maybe I will yammer on about it soon anyway.  WHo knoowzle?

Yesterday I tried recording a podcast with Beefer, and it was lackluster at best. I suppose if I’m going to be putting out anymore shows, I just better try to mash one out on my own. Not to say that working with a partner isn’t something that could be a lot of fun, as well as bring some new energy to the podcasting table. It’s just going to be a challenge to fry the right situation. I think if I’m going to work with someone, you need to have somebody who’s at least is interested in it as I am, rather than having to try to wrangle someone into it.

I put an ad up on Craigsllist yesterday, that is guaranteed to get no responses, since it was clearly written by someone who lacks a certain degree of “balance”. I wonder who that could be?

This is the ad:

Podcasting partner wanted

Reply to: XXXXXXXXXX

Date: 2009-04-16, 3:40PM PDT

I have over 300 solo podcasts under my belt, and have hit a wall. I am looking for a comedic freako to partner up with to do a comedy-ish, absurdist podcast with an intellectual/retardo bent. I'm open to doing sketches (I'm very into improv), or whatever. Are you a retard? Does the word "retard" offend you? Me too. Never use it..

What!?

Anyway: I am looking for people with talent. Like on that one show.

If you are some computer nerd who has always thought it would be fun to record a podcast, but have no experience with performing, then it is likely that you are not the type of person I am looking for—Not that I think you are a bad person or anything...I mean, if this global economic catastrophe continues, I'm sure you'd make fine eatin'. You can send me yer address, and I'll drop by for a 'visit' when I am starting to feel weak from hunger. I'll make it quick and easy-like. Don't worry, li'l monkeyflower...it won't hurt none...I promise!  Here: have some Pez.  I just mashed it inta my USB headset, so if you hold yer hands under yer speakers, you'll be eatin' some tasty froot flavaz any moment now.

If you think you might be innerested in this huge opportunatitty, and are sportin' double X chromosomes, that would even be higher up on the "faboo" scale!  I know what yer thinkin' (on accounta my secret superpowers): "Why would I entrust my double X-encrusted genotype to the likes o' some weirdo on the itarwebz who I ain't done never met??" That is a fine question! I would give you my mom's number so that she could vouch for me, but she passed away a few years ago. I adopted her dog, though—and he is a cute and trustworthy chap! If you pet him on his li'l fuzzy bean pan, you will be able to tell by looking into his eyes what a fine, upstanding, emotive meat robot I am. Aside from me sneakin' up on that aforementioned computer nerd as a last resort, I am completely harmless. I am completely armelss as well. I am typing this with my pancreas.

If you are of the XY persuasion, that is all fine and dandy to as well also. Just thought I'd put a shoutout to my peeps sportin' mad ovareeneez— Ya know?

If you have any material that is out on the werlb-wibe-web, then I'd love to check it out. I have sensory aparatusooses that are capable of taking in all sorts of audio and/or video stimuli.

One last thing: You might be suuuuper talented (which might well be gobs more talented than li’l ol’ me), yet in the last couple of weeks, put on a few hundred pounds. The notion of participating in a podcasting team effort might be tempting to you—but you'll be damned if anything is going to pry you offa that sofa-bed. NO worries! I am very open to the idea of recording using skype, or (if you are a Mac fanboil/giriller like myself) iChat. As a matter of fact: You might not have a creative bone in yer bodice, but you have a friend who is a shut-in in IdahoBag, or Kansas, or Swaziland or something, who is a madcap geniup of freakish wonder, who is looking for some other wayward monstrosity to unleash a torrent of sophomoric scat humor and/or cutesy bed time stories with. Well—pass this along, bub!

See how easy that was? Easy peasy scabakneezy!

Whatcha say, li'l chum? Hrrmmmm?

Clearly wiritng craigslist ads to entertain one’s self needs to be approached as an end unto itself. Anybody who answers that is either going to be the exact perfect person, or someone to avoid at all costs. Luckily, I won’t have to worry about it...