In this country, we are drowning in false choices and sclerotic deliciousness. This week’s story mines our demise for several minutes of uproarious hijinks.


Duke Ellington should be on the dollar bill by now. That's not what this story is about, however. It's about making the most of a limited dating pool and life’s cruel bio-mechanical disconnections.


Our lives are only moments shuffled inside our heads while we die. This episode definitely proves whatever that last sentence means, probably.


Some children are brats and their parents are brats too. Brat was also the name of a short lived automobile, but that is a fact entirely unrelated to this story.


Because we are stuck in a linear understanding of our experience, we insist, in the moment, that Betamax is the future of home video.


In the peak of mosquito season we are often susceptible to unorthodox, and frankly risky, means of itch reduction. Be careful out there, listeners!


What if our snack food diets merged with our erratic weather systems all while the corporatocracy finally admitted they didn’t give a damn about the twins’ medical bills?


Any story set at the DMV is going to involve an uncomfortable and frustrating waiting period. You might want to bring along something to read for this one, or a gripping podcast.


You know we know it’s bad, and we know more or less why it’s bad, but only because we can’t imagine how bad it really is, though we all know it’s really bad, but not in ways we can explain, because it’s too bad to untangle. But it's definitely bad.


Life is unfair because it doesn't smell as good as in the commercials. It’s also unfair because we throw mounds of food away while people go hungry. And yet again because our current president demands poor afflicted children be placed in cages. Have a happy Monday!