We’ve had a busy weekend with the kids, the house, groceries, etc. So much so that me and Sam forgot to plan anything to talk about on the podcast. So we made a new rule.
No prep, no podcast.
We are still having a problem with our sound anyway and that’s my department. I need to figure out how to properly set the mixer so that we don’t have the buzzes and clicks we are experiencing. It’s annoying for me to hear it and I know that I don’t enjoy it when listening to a podcast. One of my simple pleasures is listening to podcasts that are not only informative and entertaining, but also produced well. We are aiming for that after we get through some growing pains.
I think we have a good flow and the back and forth is there. He’s a funny little guy and we enjoy spending that time together.
We had thought about doing thirty minutes on SCPs (Secure, Contain, Protect). These are podcast and YouTube videos about creepypasta characters and things that cross over into our world. One of the podcasts I’ve been enjoying on the subject is SCP Archives from Bloody Disgusting. The sound, sound effects and acting are fantastic. I really get drawn into the stories and a bit creeped out here and there. So worth the listen.
The wife has suggested that we do some episodes on stuff we really know like spots in the Smokey Mountains that we have visited such as The Road To Nowhere and Cades Cove. Both of those spots have several ghost stories and plenty of history to talk about. We spend a great deal of time on the Blue Ridge Parkway and in the cities around it. There are plenty of stories to tell. She ain’t wrong.
Anyway, that’s enough of that. We are looking for the next couple of couches to grace our living room. The ones we have now are about eight or ten years old. Time for something new. Shopping for furniture can be a big part of that for better or worse part of the marriage compact. It is frustrating. We are also trying to find a fabric that Fibble, the younger cat, won’t find appealing. She likes to claw. Furniture isn’t you scratching post, cat. I know you’re reading this over my shoulder on the back of the recliner right now.
That’s it. That’s the post.