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On occasion I will hear on podcasts how absolutely nasty some people can be on message boards. This goes into a very dark place and I think public judgement is why I hide behind the mask of Angie. I do, however show my support of some podcasts on Facebook, but limit to the smaller podcasts and of the ones that post something roughly once a week. 

Well, one of my favorites takes a weekly poll. If I felt I had a strong response, I would contribute. Sadly, my last one was not very well researched and I thought I made an ass of myself. Enough time had passed and this time I felt confident enough to post again. This time I spent time looking through and making sure I did not make the same mistake.

Sure enough within the day someone had posted that I had fucked up my response again. So I went back to my sources and did not see what they apparently knew. I called my husband asking him to double check for me. Then I decided that I would reach out to this person and ask them to site his source. Yep, have not heard back. I don't expect to.

Here's what's truly pissing me off. I see nothing on the internet that proves this guy right. I'm praying the information I posted will find it was in the same realm of the host's and they will comment similarly and I will be vindicated. (I promise that does not mean the host will give me a shout out. Since they go over a topic, I'm hoping that they would have the same idea I did, bring it up, and comment accordingly, thus proving my information was correct.) I'm seriously pissed that someone can cavalierly say, no you're wrong, and not mention how and then move on as if the conversation is done.

I know that compared to the fact that the first six or so comments on the feed were insulting the topic and I should calm down and accept people say whatever they want. Still, I hate that I put time and effort into my response and make sure to be contributing in a respectful and informative manner, and some jack ass can move in, say I'm wrong and then move on as if he doesn't give a shit. Actually, he probably doesn't. I just hate that amount of smarmy confidence. 

I realize that with more recent tragic events in Boston, this sound very spoiled and pathetic, but I need to hold onto my baby problems if I am not going to upset myself. That is about real things. This pointless crap can piss me off. Domestic terrorism shall not. In fact when I heard about the explosions, I went from devastated about the tragedy to annoyed at my Facebook feed within hours. I don't need all my "friends" posting these images of roses in a tennis shoe to show their condolences.

My thoughts and prayers go to the victims. But I say that knowing that no one will see it in a post. That's between me and my brain.

Support Ho

So it is my understanding that Adam Carolla will be starting a Kickstarter to fund his next movie. That's an easy one. Send me the link, I'll send some dough. With so much free entertainment out there, how I can I possibly spread the love among all of these amazingly talented people? I only make so many purchases from Amazon I can click click through. How else do I support?

Okay, I'll go to your shows. I got some of you down. But I can only do so much traveling. I could buy your books and CDs, but I'm a hoarder and have a problem with clutter so I try to shut that down. You can't sign my Nook or iPod. Actually, you could but please don't. Sure I'll send some cash, wait, I could buy your CD if I had......but I have a backlog of free episodes......a premium subscription would just add to the backlog...am I a cheap fuck for going the library to check out books of comedians I want to read but not keep?

This used to be easier. Granted, I wasn't directly per se supporting TV shows when I watched them. There was this indirect ad revenue but I wasn't a Nielsen house, so was I really helping?

There is an idea to spend that which I would have spend on entertainment towards this. But I do not go to the movies or eat out, so how does that work? My entertainment budget is free podcasts. At least when I donate to This American Life, I get to write it off. And will I be playing favorites? The Film Vault got my Amazon click through of a power saw, but Titus got my sister's lunch bag.

What about non podcast entertainers? I would have loved to send Spoony's dog a new collar. Tiny price to pay for Rebruary. Sadly I say I will, then forget. Okay, I'm just going to start clicking links on websites and hope that will generate some pennies for my people. It's all I got for now. Then again, there is the LA Podcast festival......

Celebrity Sighting #Gould

Went out to San Francisco on the 15th to see the hilarious Dana Gould. It was the old people show. That is, the first showing on Friday and the house was small in the first place let alone full. He mentioned on stage that he is getting a divorce. I was shocked and how that affected me. 

I think radio and podcasting are an incredibly intimate form of entertainment. I listen to Dana Gould about as often as I see my sister. It was devastating for me to hear it and I really have no stakes in the matter. I wanted to hug him and then have him sign my bottle of Klonopin.

Alas, he was not there to greet people after the show. The line for the later show went around the corner and I hope the younger set gave him the audience he wanted. Good luck on your special taping. I mean you're taping your special. I hope it goes well. I didn't mean it was "special" or anything. Ummmm.....rape joke!

Oscar Hangover

Two days after the fact so we've all moved on with our lives. I missed the Oscars as I had my own celebrations. My only comment is now there are two actresses who have played Catwoman who now have Oscars and neither are Michelle Pfeiffer. Feels wrong. 

Okay, I lied second comment: I was very happy when Searching For Sugar Man won best documentary. I watched it a few weeks ago and will admit that the first twenty minutes were slow. Then it all began to unfold and it gave me chills. If you can get it, and it should be easier now that it won, I highly recommend it. Then again, if that movie has taught me anything, just because it is an excellent product, that doesn't mean you can get it easily.

Tune Osmosis

Everybody's born knowing all the Beatles lyrics instinctively. They're passed into the fetus subconsciously along with all the amniotic stuff. Fact, they should be called "The Fetals". 

This is quote is the best thing to come from the movie Sliding Doors. It's so insightful that it popped into my head when I began to sing the chorus of Easy Lover. (Yes, I know it's not The Beatles.)  It makes sense that Beatles songs are so ubiquitous that anyone can sing pieces. But to what level of exposure does a song like Easy Lover need to penetrate your mind?

 This is pretty much the same song as "Let It Be".

I'm wondering if the newer generations that make their own playlists and have no idea how a radio works will have memorized as many pointless song lyrics and me and my contemporaries. To this day my husband has visceral reactions to some classic rock songs from a years of being dragged on errands with his mother and bored out of his skull. 

I'm not proud of it, but I found myself belting out a few Taylor Swift songs with startling accuracy. Thank goodness I'm a chick. I'm allowed to publicly like things with slightly less backlash.

Celebrity Sighting #Nerdist

Hooray for SF Sketchfest! Once again I ventured into the city to see my comedic heroes. I will save you the panic attack and packing anecdotes and go straight to thanking my husband for going with me even though he was sick and not looking forward to it. I chose a good man and adventures like this with him prove that every time.

Being in a small theater with other Nerdist fans left me feeling like part of a wonderful group while at the same time a little out of the loop. There were Twitter comments posted in real time before the show and I felt like I was ninety years old. Then again, once the stand up started, I didn't care and loved the show. Pete Holmes was the guest and I have to give him credit. I hear him on a podcast and he's okay. You see him live and he is phenomenal. Would love to explain it, but so much get's lost in translation, so I won't bother.

The podcast will come out and I debated if I should listen. I will know all the physical comedy involved and now I can hear the parts that were covered up by audience laughter. Then again, I have about fifteen other podcasts I need to listen to. I was a little bummed that once again I did not get my book signed because they could not do meet and greet. At the same time, was relieved for my sicky husband and we got the hell home. Thank you Matt Mira, Jonah Ray, Chris Hardwick, and Pete Holmes. May your talent be appreciated by legions who will worship you as you deserve.

Superbowl Hangover

I don't get the sports fanaticism. I get excited to watch a good show, but the Superbowl is not a good show. But when surrounded by 49er fans, it is fun to get involved in the excitement. Then again, listening to the insane anger and depression when a team is losing is upsetting.
For all the effort that goes into it, the Superbowl is a horrible piece of entertainment, yet is the most watched event. Why don't the producers understand that the halftime show, "interesting" statistics, or pre-pre-pre-game show do not matter. People will watch. Even if you break out statistics about the last time the power went out at the Superbowl.

So what did I take away from Superbowl XLVII? Not much because I watched Iron Man with my mom during most of it. During the commercials for that, I watched the Puppy Bowl. I was involved with a pool and my friend drunkenly told me I won. She then drunkenly apologized. I was upset that no one dug my comment about how some major heist is probably happening when the power went out.

The great thing about being a fair weather fan is that my life is not destroyed because the team lost. I would also like to believe that isn't the case for the true fans either. But here we are the day after and life goes on. Let's focus on things that are truly important. Like the children in third world countries that do not have chicken wings. Or the Oscars.