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Okay. So here’s what happened. Marc Maron were interviewing Woody Allen for the podcast. The idea was that you would talk to him for about an hour and then watch Dusan Makavajev’s WR: Mysteries of the Organism with him because he picked that DVD out of his collection. For whatever reason, he was doing the podcast in a child’s bedroom at the top of a tall staircase. I found myself within the house and walked upstairs, which had the unfortunate effect of making all the wood creak. I go upstairs and barrel past Marc’s secretary, a young dark-haired Jewish woman and walk into the podcasting room. Woody Allen is talking about something or other and I simply wave my hand. Marc and Woody see me and shoot me the angriest, open-mouth scowl I have ever seen, dream or otherwise.
Later on, I’m with my fiancee and Marc walks in and go, “Yeah, hi, I just wanted to say that i had to press “record” twice on that!” I didn’t even realize he was mad. I apologize profusely. To make up for it, I offer him lots of candy and brochures to tourist destinations in Branson Missouri.
Marc, if you’re there: I am really really really sorry for ruining your Woody Allen podcast. I hope the two of you can watch WR at some point.
WHY DO WE CALL THIS “MORNING”???? Seems as if we should be EXCITED to start the day, not mourning the end of a day!!! Maybe they should call the nighttime “Mourning” and the earlytime “Excitement”.