Hola, Sneakers! Welcome to the Internet’s most delible podcast!
This week: J.D., J.D., J.D.; journeying it out; middlebrow directors – compare and contrast; starting small; tapping into something; perfectly competent; chairs; a big Splash!; body talk; bridal path; diminishing returns; Ron’s run; Generation Eggs; Martha, my dear; fire festival; lucky thirteen; go pro; so low; Howard’s end; The Goonies show; TV tough guys; brief lies; tickets master; Dave loved Strange Darling; high times; the song remains the same; horsin’ around; candied nose; a potted history of Fleetwood Mac; Mac double; still paying for it; hookers and houses; death from disappointment; the new testicle; Canadian comics universe; handshake deal; bootleg quality; play Misties for me; Question of the Week – Sneakers respond; the princess and the bee; furry tales; dizzy for Disney; from our house to bathhouse; Sherman and his body; and, finally, state-wide joy.
Question of the Week: Who was your teen idol when you were a teen?
Sub-question of the Week: What is something you enjoyed when you were younger, but is hard to defend now?
Thanks for listening.
Podcast: Play in new window | Download
Like every other red-blooded American teenager I had that Farrah Fawcett poster on my bedroom wall. It was on the wall behind the door to my bedroom, so it was hidden when the door was open. I went back to my room one time and the door was closed but cracked, and there was my Dad just standing there looking at Farrah with great approval. I don’t know if my Mom ever even knew it was there on my wall because I can’t remember any reaction from her. I wouldn’t have called Farrah Fawcett a teen idol by any means because I didn’t really follow “Charlie’s Angels” or run to the theater to see “Saturn 3”, I just thought she was hot as hell. I guess you could say my idol as a teen was Harrison Ford, his films and paraphernalia got all my money and I dressed like Indiana Jones for Halloween every year as a kid. And to be equally fair to Ford, I had posters of him on my wall too…
I really can’t think of anything I’ve sworn off over the years I did in my younger days that I wouldn’t do now. If anything comes remotely close, it’s being somewhere loud and noisy like a club. I can’t stand not being able to hear the people I’m with because of how loud the environment is. A concert is different though, I’m there to hear the music and enjoy it, that’s not an issue. I used to go to those loud as hell Dallas night clubs quite frequently and I guess communication in those places was an art form of some kind. I couldn’t survive five minutes in a place like that today, another reason to love the fact that I’m not single and happily married.
Ian mentioned what I call “The Long Handshake”, it’s almost like a Jerry Seinfeld pet peeve but I can’t stand those either. I knew people who did that and it’s still uncomfortable to me.
My best friend growing up used to shake my hand like a limp fish, even in church when it came to the part where you shake everyone’s hands around you. I remember him shaking hands with my Grandfather who was about 6 foot, 6 inches tall, a huge man. He looked at my friend and said, “Let me show you how we shake hands in Chicago” only to almost crush my buddy’s hand in the process. From that point on I felt like his limp handshake was because my Grandfather had damaged his hand somehow.
I also remember meeting this girl once through a friend and when she shook my hand, tickled my palm with her middle finger almost like she was scratching it. I didn’t know anything about those signals but later on my buddy told me that meant she wanted to screw me. I really had no idea, I couldn’t pick up sex signals if you were waving those giant coast guard flags at me. I probably missed a great opportunity which may had changed my life had I taken the girl up on it. I was a dope.
So does everyone know what they’re dressing up for this Halloween? The clock is ticking!!
I’m thinking of going out as an under paid Art Director…and it won’t be the first time. There’s no candy for me either.
Sneak fast, Sneak deep everyone!!
If you need me to write in to someone or vote for a Saturday Night Live anniversary episode with a talking pile of cocaine as the host, let me know. Best idea ever.