My crappy one man podcast!

[Natebishop3]

The only advice I can give, as a fan of podcasts, is this.

Invest in a decent mic and camera.

Don't cry on the air, it's just sports.

Be level headed.

Have a format/set schedule. Rambling on for hours makes it feel like you're watching some gamer and those videos are only good if they're edited and condensed a TON.

But mostly, don't insult your audience, you jabroni.

I actually have a really good mic. I like the headsets. I don't really like the microphones sitting on the desk. If I don't fire up the software though, for some reason the mic doesn't work as well. Definitely have some first-timer shit I need to deal with.

Thanks for all the advice though

 

[SlyPokerCat]

And share pictures of Mrs. HCP!

 

[RR7]

I forget the rules @SlyPokerDog , now that he's a public figure with a podcast, can we insult him?

 

[Natebishop3]

I forget the rules @SlyPokerDog , now that he's a public figure with a podcast, can we insult him?

When has that stopped you before!?!?!?!?!

 

[wizenheimer]

Dude... there was no youtube when I was a writer

when I was old enough to drink in bars, 8-tracks were still around and VHS tapes were still more than a decade away. I filled up my Rambler Classic Station Wagon, 3-speed with an overdrive...bought it for $75....uhhh, I filled it up when gas was 24.9 cents/gallon. I saw the Rolling Stone in Seattle in 1972; Johnny Winter in SF the same year.

1972 was also the year I was in the draft lottery. I was working in road construction in eastern Oregon near John Day. I had just picked up a 6-pack of Colt-45 at a tiny store in Bates, even though I wasn't 21 yet (store owner didn't care) and saw the headline about the lottery on the front page of the Oregon. Oh Shit!! says I so I put up my quarter and saw my number was 362, so I bought another 6-pack and got shit faced drunk knowing I wasn't going to have my balls shot off in a rice patty. Then about a year later, my first ex-wife ripped my balls off as she exited the marriage. The rice patty looked like a better bet as she was walking out of the door

 

[julius]

when I was old enough to drink in bars, 8-tracks were still around and VHS tapes were still more than a decade away. I filled up my Rambler Classic Station Wagon, 3-speed with an overdrive...bought it for $75....uhhh, I filled it up when gas was 24.9 cents/gallon. I saw the Rolling Stone in Seattle in 1972; Johnny Winter in SF the same year.

1972 was also the year I was in the draft lottery. I was working in road construction in eastern Oregon near John Day. I had just picked up a 6-pack of Colt-45 at a tiny store in Bates, even though I wasn't 21 yet (store owner didn't care) and saw the headline about the lottery on the front page of the Oregon. Oh Shit!! says I so I put up my quarter and saw my number was 362, so I bought another 6-pack and got shit faced drunk knowing I wasn't going to have my balls shot off in a rice patty. Then about a year later, my first ex-wife ripped my balls off as she exited the marriage. The rice patty looked like a better bet as she was walking out of the door

That would make for an entertaining podcast.

 

[Natebishop3]

That would make for an entertaining podcast.

He should join MM's podcast.

 

[wizenheimer]

He should join MM's podcast.

the Drool Brothers?

 

[Strenuus]

I forget the rules @SlyPokerDog , now that he's a public figure with a podcast, can we insult him?

Insult that son of a....

 

[Strenuus]

when I was old enough to drink in bars, 8-tracks were still around and VHS tapes were still more than a decade away. I filled up my Rambler Classic Station Wagon, 3-speed with an overdrive...bought it for $75....uhhh, I filled it up when gas was 24.9 cents/gallon. I saw the Rolling Stone in Seattle in 1972; Johnny Winter in SF the same year.

1972 was also the year I was in the draft lottery. I was working in road construction in eastern Oregon near John Day. I had just picked up a 6-pack of Colt-45 at a tiny store in Bates, even though I wasn't 21 yet (store owner didn't care) and saw the headline about the lottery on the front page of the Oregon. Oh Shit!! says I so I put up my quarter and saw my number was 362, so I bought another 6-pack and got shit faced drunk knowing I wasn't going to have my balls shot off in a rice patty. Then about a year later, my first ex-wife ripped my balls off as she exited the marriage. The rice patty looked like a better bet as she was walking out of the door

God damn that was a hell of a ride in a paragraph.

 

[Mediocre Man]

He should join MM's podcast.

I don’t even have a podcast

 

[ebott]

I don’t even have a podcast

Stop hiding your light from the world. Shine on us with your greatness.

 

[Mediocre Man]

Stop hiding your light from the world. Shine on us with your greatness.

It goes bad quickly. We’ve given it a shot

 

[Phatguysrule]

HCP isn't fat, he's Rubenesque.

So, no insult.

You've put on weight. And I mean that in the best way possible.

 

[Sean.ivity]

 

[THE HCP]

Wait, you’re white?

#ForTheWin

 

[Terkish]

You don't look anything like your profile picture.

 

[Whyachi]

Nate, some Blazer fanatics are currently trying to water down the Powell/RoCo trade. It's fascinating that illusions are becoming word of mouth reality.