It’s been a few weeks since I’ve overtly pimped Roderick on the Line here, so I hope you’ll forgive me for cavorting douchily on our platform. Viz.:
Thing is: I really want people to listen to this material. Because, I think our show is pretty funny—plus I know in my heart that John’s work is helping people.
Anyway. Social media. Point is, John’s sword may have a bathrobe, so, please, considering sharing this important work with your more unstable friends.
Maybe this will help you help us help the people who really need John’s help:
The Problems: Sidling up to German Sex Tourists; Elephant 6 bands decamping to a new porch; more on John’s uncontrollable steaming; almost closing the thread on the Bruce Vilanch problem; FDA’s daily requirement of Femineseum; why John treasures his collection of Braille Playboys; pitching the pilot for DecencyBusters; a pledge of index cards to help deflect John’s photons; the inexcusable lack of a decent Grand Guignol magazine; the long menarche that preceded our heavy internet period; John’s studied reluctance to buying young boys; Merlin’s reflections on accepting a strong man’s syllabus; why so few teens today offer to make candy penis bang bang; grave concern for the Teutonic hitting-and-poo thing; why you never fuck with Leonard Bernstein; Merlin’s culpability for Florida’s many orphan towel-babies; how Harold Ramis’ heart broke and broke; why John’s compound may be neither decadent nor depraved; chronicling our mass exodus from wool; knowing when your sword deserves its own bathrobe; strategies for rebooting John’s complex legacy; the spelling error that created a frottage industry; Wilde’s femoral focus on rentboy stickling; some benefits of packing an improbably large crossbow; the surprising trouble with faking The Loco Eyes; the tactical defense strategy of misquoting Larry Wall; finding the proper cave for Cartoon Billy Barty; flying a rainbow flag of convenience; why every arsenal should make room for a mildly inconvenient rose bush; the uncanny effectiveness of John’s splintered pickets; and, finally learning what John’s been hiding behind that steel-reinforced door.