Persephone's Synaptic Misfire

But nobody can see it.

Turns out I'm the only one of the Triumvirate Of Dreamin' Demon Podcasting Pain (that's me, Morbid and swivel, for those of you paying attention) who bothers to wear anything at all while we record our weekly podcast. This week it was Swivel in his Morning Pants (or mourning pants, whichever: either way, they do not count as attire) and Morbid in "Um, hang on, yo, I gotta pee" and nothing else, and me in my panties, a pair of mouse ears, and a lavender t-shirt.

Also this week we decided to just wing it and go without an agenda, and Morbid kept changing the subject and going "oh, I can fix it in editing." Which is true, but not entirely simple. After all, we're talking three tracks of varying sizes, then redos of stuff because Swivel kept quoting Romeo and Juliet at me, which was pretty hot, but totally unsuitable for podcasting. Once he started in on a pilgrim's kiss I just lost it and muted the mic while I snortgiggled, because snortgiggling? Not sexy.

So Morbid's been mixing. Lots of mixing. And uploading and scrapping and starting over, all so we can sound like morons on audio. I spent a lot of time giggling and saying nothing while the boys argued, so my contributions are slimmer than the 2000 electoral margin.

It is AWESOME. You guys are gonna love this one. Or not. But pretend you do, because I have a deep-seated need for approval.

And tell me my voice is kinda hot, even if you really think I sound like Juno. :D