Whoops

Rish here. Big and I got together a few days ago to record us talking about his recent trip to Southern California. We made fun of Californians, his children, our old age, the Disney corporation, Big's girth, his wife's name, the updating of Disneyland rides, mannequins with boob jobs, my own Disneyland experiences, and the contemplated sort of thing you'd never want to hear someone in a Goofy costume say.

Well, during the middle of our conversation, I got up to go to the bathroom while Big paused the recording, and then we started back up again, really getting into the swing of things. Man, it was some of our best stuff ever, and Big was actually crying from laughter toward the end (I don't know if that had ever happened before, in all our times doing podcasts). We got to the end of the two hour show, content that we had created something quite magical . . . when Big discovered something truly awful . . .

Unfortunately, the pause button was somehow still on from more than an hour before, when we'd stopped for a break and to look up the name of an obscure Disney character. All of that material was lost.

It was a bummer, and something we've had happen before (though not exactly under those circumstances). Big was really upset about it, and required that we walk three miles in the middle of a chilly December night to cool down. Afterward, we did attempt to recreate that conversation, and recorded another hour or so on the same subject, but it wasn't quite the same, and a lot of the inspiration had faded.

Ah well. I guess that sort of thing happens. It's all for you, Wendy.