Didn’t know Kal-El had a white-trash eejit cousin, didja? Now you do.
Some people never learn.
And yes, I’m looking at me.
It took slightly more than nine months, and it was a breech birth, like all the other little bastards.
But baby, here we go again — yes, yes, yes, it’s another episode of Radio Free Dogpatch!
P L A Y R A D I O F R E E D O G P A T C H
• Technical notes: Acoustic considerations (Herself doing paying work right next to my “studio”) dictated that I change locations yet again (to her walk-in closet). This time I used a Shure MV7 mic and Zoom H5 Handy Recorder. Editing was in Apple’s GarageBand, with music and sound effects courtesy of Zapsplat and Freesound. No DC Comics properties were harmed in the production of this podcast. If “Justice League” couldn’t do ’em in, nothing can.
Tags: Radio Free Dogpatch, Superman, The Bug
Mad Blog Media 
February 1, 2021 at 1:12 pm |
Great Caesar’s Ghost, Kent! Put down that microphone and peck up your typewriter. This is a goddamned daily newspaper, not a podcast!
Chris
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February 1, 2021 at 1:16 pm |
And don’t call me “Chief!”
February 1, 2021 at 1:41 pm |
Very nice, but remember, Kent, that opinion don’t sell ads son, except at Fox.
February 1, 2021 at 3:51 pm |
Don’t nobody be buyin’ no ad time on no seven-minute podcasts on no weirdo’s blog, that’s for sure.
February 1, 2021 at 1:56 pm |
Sounds familiar. I am spending more time grumbling at the universe and railing on the Innertubes than I should, and road riding has gotten boring because I don’t want to get too far from the family shack. Sometimes it seems like I am doing it just ‘cuz I gotta do it rather than to have fun or actually get somewhere. At least back in Bombtowne, I rode to get to work and back even if I wasn’t on a Mission from Campagnolo. And the food co-op was a fourteen and a half mile round trip due to the Canyon Effect.
I’ve limited my offroad riding to trails that I do over and over again to cut down on the possibility of those unpleasant surprises one wants to avoid, such as the first week I rode the new technical trail section by the dog park and promptly plowed into a tree. Its been weeks and I still have a serious scar on the leg but fortunately nothing broke, me or the bike.
But unlike road riding, I still enjoy the offroad even if its The Same Damn Trails ever other day. Like the off road motorcycling I did as a teen courtesy of the dirt bike my old man gave me, singletrack works all sorts of muscles and balancing acts and seems far more interesting and requires more attention to detail. Especially with those trees. Speaking of that dirt bike, I think it got passed on to my nephew. Unfortunately, the Old Man got me that bike the same year he augered into a car with his BMW and for a while it was LEAVE THAT GODDAMN THING IN THE GARAGE. But the bug is the bug, and he eventually got another motorcycle.
So, Patrick. In which closet do you keep the Superman costume?
February 1, 2021 at 4:00 pm |
Jeezo, I went out for a short trail ride on the 26-incher this afternoon and everybody and his/her grandma was out there. Dog-walkers, joggers, hikers, bikers, geezers, anklebiters, you name it. Pre-Plague you’d never see a mob like that on a weekday.
But I had to get off the road for a while. Hadn’t ridden a trail in anger for more than a week, and that was an on-again, off-again deal involving a cyclocross bike.
As regards the Superman suit, I sorta outgrew that sucker. Some 15 years later I got Mom to make me a Loadedman costume for another Halloween. He was one of my own characters and lacked Kal-El’s moral fiber.
February 1, 2021 at 4:27 pm |
Yesterday was really busy on the trails out this way and today was a gorgeous day, so i stayed away from the trails. Took the octane-assist two wheeler for a bit of a tear as I had not ridden it in some time.
February 1, 2021 at 3:24 pm |
So there is this thing called a car and on it I have a bike carrier. I figured out back in June I was gonna implode if I didn’t get out of the house and ride some fresh pavement. So the Riv was loaded onto the CRV and lo and behold…30 minutes later I was biking new universes. Constellations of forgotten roadways appeared and I gave this county a thorough going over. So at the risk of violating all that is holy about cycling I say Branch Out Brothers & Sisters! These here are extenuating times so burning a bit of dead dinosaurs is ok. Beats feeling sorry about “having to go for another damn ride to nowhere “.
February 1, 2021 at 4:03 pm |
I hate to drive to a ride, but I may have to follow your example. I need some fresh scenery. I’m getting to the point where I’m liable to do something stupid because I know all the routes too well. Did that once in Palmer Park, back in Bibleburg — JRA and didn’t notice that the trail trolls had rerouted the very section I happened to be riding right off of because it was no longer there, but the sheer drop-off was.
February 1, 2021 at 4:32 pm |
I did some wandering on the BMW today and it reminded me of all the 20-30 mile rides near my place that I seem to forget about. The Tour de Obnoxious Gated Communities, for example. (aka Las Campanas Loop).
February 1, 2021 at 3:53 pm |
You outdid yourself POG with sound effects on this podcast. I had it cranked up whilst cooking dinner and got some good chuckles. I believe you DO have voices in your head.
February 1, 2021 at 4:19 pm |
Thank you, sir. This one was like pushing string uphill.
I wrote it and recorded it some time ago and decided I didn’t like it. So I re-recorded it. Still didn’t like it.
So I left it alone, and wrote another one. Recorded that one. Didn’t like that one either.
Much bad language ensued.
So today I rewrote the first one, and recorded that version, and decided it wasn’t awful, and in fact would just have to do because I wanted to get something, anything, done — f’chrissakes, Jesus, please, help me, Lord — if only so I could reacquaint myself with the various bells and whistles at Auphonic (post-production) and Libsyn (hosting/distribution).
This is one of the reasons I like podcasting, even on my limited scale. I don’t have the faintest idea of what the hell is it that I’m doing anyway, and it’s fascinating.
The Comedy Closet (click here for a larger image).
February 2, 2021 at 6:31 am |
That is an example of what my friend Raul would tell his search and rescue posse to do when confronting a problem, adapt and overcome. You, sir, are a steely eyed missile man!
February 2, 2021 at 7:17 am |
Gracias, hombre. Just a matter of cutting some fresh trail through the neural underbrush.
I was getting bored, casting around for something different to do, and thought, “Hm, podcast.” But Herself has Zoom, Skype, and Team meetings and whatnot out the wazoo, plus regular phone chats with Herself the Elder, kinfolk, and friends, all of which makes the audio environment, um, challenging. Sound scoots around our brick floors and adobe walls like a turpentined cat.
Happily, the Comedy Closet seems a workable solution. I’m not gonna try to do a podcast every week, but something different every now and then is good for the head, Ned.