Toadcast #108 – The Boabycast
Hooray for us – possibly the vilest and least romantic Valentine’s Day Podcast yet! And before anyone whinges about that picture, go to fucking Wikipedia and complain, because that’s where we bloody got it from. I know! Scandalous! Someone should complain.
So erm, yes. I don’t think we left anyone unoffended this year. I sincerely hope not because I don’t like to think of people out there nurturing an anticipated false outrage complex only to be let down.
We do not like romance, we do not like being told when to have fun by people who are simply hoping to exploit our disposable income, we do not like it being implied that being single is some sort of failure, we do not like people measuring their self-worth by how much their partner can be emotionally blackmailed into spending on them, we do not like having to live up to commercially defined standards to demonstrate that we love one another, we do not like having to skip the football just cos we’re supposed to behave one some particular day or other, we do not like fucking teddy bears or fucking chocolates, we do not like sitting in tumbleweed-infested restaurants whilst people glance nervously around them wondering if they’ve done it right, and we do not like having a list of things to live up to before our relationship is considered functional thank you very fucking much.
We do like lazy Saturdays in the garden, swearing at the fire for twenty minutes trying to get it to light with damp logs, meals with friends, new places, listening to vinyl so loud the floor shakes, a bit too much to drink with people that we really like, laughing/shouting at films, arguing about the side of the bed, swearing blind it’s not your turn with the chores when you know damn well it is, drinking coffee in the garden when it’s sunny, slagging off almost everyone, shouting at reactionaries on TV, emailing one another stupid stuff all day, insulting the cat, surprise cups of tea, buying shit on the internet when we’re drunk, only coping with the washing mountain when it threatens to start a SARs epidemic, watering the plants mere minutes before death and walking hand in hand through the park and peering at cool old dudes chuntering around at the allotments or sailing model boats in the park pond.
Oh, and getting pished and recording offensive podcasts for Valentine’s Day… enjoy!
Toadcast #108 – The Boabycast
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01. Cracker – Mr. Wrong (03.10)
02. Billy Bragg & Wilco – Way Over Yonder in the Minor Key (09.57)
03. The Smiths – Last Night I Dreamt That Somebody Loved Me (17.11)
04. Eels – Love of the Loveless (20.16)
05. The Clash – Brand New Cadillac (29.40)
06. Bill Hicks – Pussywhipped Satan (31.41)
07. Evan Dando – Hard Drive (44.33)
08. The Coathangers – Nestle in My Boobies (48.11)
09. Virgin of the Birds – She’s in the Moon Again (59.10)
10. David Cross – Your Baby is FUCKING BORING! (65.59)
Fuck. Sake.
I was with you until you spoke ill of chocolates. No need to take out your anger and bitterness on poor defenseless, delicious chocolate.
Deep breaths. In out in out. You get the idea. I read the title of this as babycast and thought you’d gone soppy. Phew. Disaster avoided.
It was this podast last year that made me a regular listener/subscriber/downloader/freeloader. Good to see it make a return
Oh Christ I just noticed the photo. Ummmm pretty…
Well that’s what it’s all about tomorrow. Slippin’ the sausage.
An excellent hour or so. Very amused, especially by the David Cross thing at the end.
That picture might explain why Wikipedia is unobtainable on school computers…
Did you hear about the American high school parents having a paddy because the dictionary contained some bad words? I doubt it was words like ‘munting’ or ‘punish-fucking’ though, probably ‘gentleman’s appendage’ and other such horrors.
heh heh…wouldn’t surprise me. Some parents seem to bring up their kids to think it’s okay to be rude to teachers and to be self-centred but the minute a teacher tells them off, or accuses them of acting like a ‘ned’…watch out!
We recently had a flap about 30 minutes from where I live because one of the bumblefuck school districts out here in Virginny decided to remove the Diary of Anne Frank from the school library after a parent complained about some of the sexy bits. Fortunately, other parents raised a hoo-haa and the Washington Post got involved, so they back-tracked. Fucking incredible place, Virginia.
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2010/01/28/AR2010012804001.html
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2010/02/01/AR2010020102427.html
I posted a comment with links. Might be caught in the spam filter.
Yep, just found it, sorry.
I love the fact that out of all the bits in Anne Frank the one they ended up deciding was inappropriate was the naughty bit. There’s a bit more to that bloody book than a bit of illicit shuffling, one would like to think. Mind you, shows how some people’s minds work.
C&B
Is it true that in Virginia they don’t celebrate Martin Luther King day, they celebrate Jackson/Lee/King day?
(38.02) very, very true. very true. too true. boo hoo. you gotta have hopes.
Actually… the english lit. guys are up to their eyes in indie girls. Where’s my UCAS form?!!
best podcast title ever
I don’t remember any sexy bits in The Diary of Anne Frank, but it’s been a while since read it.
I hope they kept the noise down.
“I hope they kept the noise down.”
Brilliant!
I think you’re thinking of The Diary of Anne Spank. Which is a movie and only very very loosely based on the book…
Loved this post.
Looking forward to listening later.
I loved Jim’s Anne Frank comment too.
That picture looks painful.
Ben
MLK Day is separate, actually. But they do celebrate Lee-Jackson Day, typically on the Friday before MLK Day (which falls on Mondays). So, it’s basically a four-day weekend when Virginians get to gather ’round the festive board and contemplate the irony.
This year, Lee-Jackson Day was January 16, while MLK Day was January 19.
Hmmmm, had one of those once, but it also had a teensy black heart tattooed on the top
that was special!
I kept thinking of Dr. Seuss as I read this post:
We do not like green eggs and ham, We do not like it Sam I Am!!! hahaha
I saw this as a small link on facebook. I thought it said Babycast and that it was a picture of a foetus.
My first thought was: that’s nice but will it be the end of SBT?!
My second thought was: Oh no, wait. It’s a fucking bellend.
This sums up many disparate aspects of love fairly well (in a suitably cynical way):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YfHbXf4F5uk
And incidentally, Max is still going- his last paper was about the emotional consequences of co-operation and cheating in groups. John Terry could do worse than have a look at it…
Adam, that Dylan Moran stuff highlights the bit that bugs me, I think. We’re all so desperate to be ‘meaningful’ or have some sort of universal significance that we simply cannot accept that ‘means the world to me’ and ‘means fuck all to the rest of the universe’ can both be true at the same time and, most importantly, that the latter does not diminish the former. Fair winds me up, so it does.
Thanking yooooooou
Loved the Eels track, don’t recall ever hearing that before.
It’s on Shootnenanny, which seems to be a fairly underrated album in general.
They have a Jackson/Lee/King day?
What else do they have; a Crosby/Stills/Nash day?
Quirky indie flick girl = Manic Pixie Dream Girl:
http://www.avclub.com/articles/wild-things-16-films-featuring-manic-pixie-dream-g,2407/
AV Club has a whole treatise on this figment of the indie screenwriter imagination…
I KNEW I’d read that term somewhere, I just couldn’t call it to mind! Gary, you’re a genius!