I am Patrick Perdue! I am bad for you!

Despite some flashbacks to some of the bad old days of 2005 and 2006, thanks to some idiots who seem to enjoy using Skype phone to allow synthetic speech, clippy songs and other general badness through the system, this week's show was fun, and is available for download.

On this particular episode:

• Things and Stuff live? No, really, actually live, in front of an audience and everything? Well... it's fun to pretend, anyway.


• One of the "indeed" boxes, better known as a spring reverb tank, is temporarily out of commission. Either Derek or I (not sure which) broke one of them last week at some point. Thus, no analog spring reverb for the phone.


• During a call from Bec, the topic of originality came up, as well as the long-argued fact that there are no longer any original ideas in the world.


• We then decided that "the Original Plagerizers" was a good name for a band. And, no, you can't copy that, since we originally copied it from someone who already copied it from someone else... except we did it first, right?


• Thanks to a dream from maryannn, I now know the name of my prospective soulmate: Lilly Louis (no relation to Andre, I think). Problem is, there are at least 146 of them to choose from...


• The state of North Carolina is proposing the closure of the Governor Morehead school for the blind, which has existed since 1845. I was not a student there, and I'm glad of it.


• Hear my thoughts, a recording from Raleigh in 2002, and an annoying song that always followed me around while there, all related to the topic.


• During the weekly Mommy call, we learn that, apparently, Kyle Bush has no respect for Gibson guitars, or maybe just guitars in general. Stupid people with money!


• School... Can we please stop talking about it? Apparently not...


• Could MaryEloquence or MaryAnn Talkolewski be the next big thing in synthetic speech? Probably not, but it's worth asking anyway.


• After a Frank Zappa track, we hear some very nasty sounding promos for his hot new album, Hot Rats, from 1969. Let's hear it for flexy-disk, or something that sounds like it, anyway.


• A police whistle and some delay effects; what else in the world could possibly be any better?

Gotta sleep, need it very, very badly now. Enjoy this crap, or don't.