I'm in the process of catching a cold, and those of you who've been with me for a while realize that makes for seriously weak and infrequent posts. Look forward to that for the next week or so.

And as I'm not feeling well, something about Carl Kasell is killing me today. That a man whose cheeks, lips, and tongue seem like more of an impediment to speech than the instruments of it is the voice of National Public Radio is inappropriate at best. It's as though he's speaking through a mouthful of paste. African languages sometimes incorporate clicks and pops simultaneous to throat sounds, and so does Carl's speech. I can hear each time his cheeks glue and unglue themselves from his teeth, and it's fucking disgusting.

Carl, you seem well-meaning and friendly, so I'll say this as kindly as I can: It's time to turn over the mic to someone with a less offputting voice, like Joan Rivers or Gilbert Gottfried or a drowning Yeti.

Analogcabin @ 3:21 PM
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