This is the first audio I want to take credit for being chief segment producer for, and I think it is hilarious (but maybe I just know these guys). [permalink: http://basclebrothers.libsyn.com/webpage/bascle-brothers-interview-episode ]
My dreams are usually overly melodramatic. The one that slipped through today was no exception. I think it is part of the “Game of Thrones” syndrome many people are experiencing (though I have not seen the show or read the books, just chatted to a guy in ZOTZ about it).
I was on a jet (Mark Cuban’s or Uncle Kevin’s according to my Shark Tank watching diet) and a lawyer guy who was Gaius Baltar if he aged into an emaciated Frohike was on a small Fontana device (me for internet enabled wireless device with a touch-enabled readout) or several of them and he had some Alec Hardison devices either permanently or semi-permanently attached to him (one in his ear, some in his hands). He gave me a Linuxbook (yeh like a Chromebook; a notebook that ran a Linux version that was only for using the web) and soon as I started browsing, I came upon a forum where someone dear to me (a real life, this world best friend) was talking shit about me based on a real life, this world facebook post I had made to people I *think* I do not know based on their aliases (when I woke up I checked pastebin out of paranoia, but gave that up after two searches bcuz IRL I am too Honey Badger about it and I hope he is too). I was SO very devastated to find this post, and frantic to contact my friend to talk to him about it. Then Gaius Frohike starts panicking because he gets a call or a series of calls. I figure out that it’s an athlete, a basketball star, and ze is frantic to have a set of silicone testicles removed as part of a third sex transition (from my deduction this person had gone MtFtM and now was adding another tF). Frohike finishes, “look, it’s no big deal, he wants em out! We snip em out and you’re in the WNBA by next week. Sista like the rest of ‘em. I got a guy in Mexico who is cheap for the testes thing. Just get it done and get back in the game. Jesus!” Frohike gets off the phone, finally sits down and looks at me, “What do you think of all this shit?” It was not an ordinary plane. (There was no engine sound or discernible pilot.) I thought about limits and I thought about access. As is the nature of dreams, Gaius Frohike and the plane dropped me off or took another call before I could properly answer.