SomaCow 177: Kill Your Television
SomaCow 177: Kill Your Television
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Please pardon the incongruity of this particular blog. I (Mickey) am filling in for Geoff who normally show more...
He is being a cheerleader. Za-Wha-Wha-Wha Pooooosh Poooooosh. His hippy wife Jen, the original producer for SomaCow, has been in labor at the hippy Birth Center for about 87 buhbillion straight hours. It seems as though my god-kid has already inherited my stubbornness.
I’m going to do something I normally yell at J for doing. I am going to break the fourth wall. I’m going to give you a peak behind the scenes and allow you to take a look at one of the processes… processi… processssss’s… at one of the things that goes into making a show. Today, we will expose the underbelly of … THE BLOG.
The “Production Staff” is a strongly guarded industrial secret of SomaCow Labs. No one truely knows how many people are part of “The Production Staff.” We recently added our listener Acina to “The Production Staff”.
Although it is a secret, how many people there are, how it works, who knew what when… it is a well oiled machine. The moment the show begins “TPS” begins hammering notes into the MOO-9000. If Geoff makes a mention of “beefs”, one fo the members of “TPS” punches in the code for “beefs”. If we mention “Chrispy”, the “Chrispy” code is entered. The same thing happens for other topics like:
God (aka Morgan Freeman)
Shia Labouf
In the navy
J being fired
Dolph Lungren
Is Our Children Learning
J coughing
“It’s like _____” followed by “It ISSSSS ________”
The Hippy Wife
The Chick
Bradley
And this is just the tip of the iceberg. The data collection portion of TPS even has statistics on how many times we use the word “the”. It’s mindbogglingly silly. But someday, when someone finally gets the wikipedia article approved and past the asshats that run that website, it will be important.
There are also members of TPS that do nothing but take show notes. Those show notes are then lovingly put into a velvet lined book, bound with leather, slid into a silken case, placed into a safe that is located inside the SomaCow Lab vault.
The reason this blog is not up to snuff: I do not have a key to the vault. So, The Productions Staff’s notes are not being used for this blog.
If you would like to be an unofficial member of TPS, you can send an email to moo@somacow.com. Moo-Mail (moo@somacow.com) now works for J as well. If you want to talk to Geoff, Me (Mickey), J, or Ross, (and The Hippy wife and The Chick and most of The Production Staff) then send a note to moo@somacow.com.
It’s neat. When an email comes in, alarms go off, phones vibrate, aol man screams… it’s like a cacophony of alert sounds. On great reason to utlize the Moo-Mail this week would be to send in your well wishes for our listener seadad. Seadad spent a lot of time listening to us live. He informed us that he is going out to sea soon. He is IN THE NAVY and it is deployment time for him. You can send your well wishes, pictures, audio clips, movies, etc to moo@somacow.com and we will ensure that they are delivered with love to SeaDad.
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