The “Seeing 2 Minutes Ahead” Update

So I totally meant to announce that Dany was coming to visit, much the same way I meant to announce all of the written articles on twitter. But anyway it was super nice to see them and they were finally able to grab their TSF mug and move about their day in a more meaningful sense.

La di da we all grow as people, the intriniscally confusing nature of our day to days go on, and next time there will be more warning because I’ve set an alarm to update my personal calendar every couple of days.

Okay, with that out of the way.

I’m now all caught up on movies of the Marvel variety. With just one Black Panther to watch to finally neutralize the salty members that make up the MMM, we’re basically in a nice cool running to wrap this seasonal event up in a nice bow. I have no idea what the future holds for our pending act of creation during the 9 to 5, but expect something fairly short if it is live. Since I now carry full morning time duties, save for the Monday group stream, trying to piece something engaging together has thus far been quite a challenge.

We’ve got some show ideas in pipe, but we don’t know when those will be releasing just yet, so it’s gonna take some time to get those things ironed out in a meaningful way. Morning may be devoted to that, and as you are no doubt a morning devotee, this means you may need to devote yourself to disappointment in the mean time.

What is not disappointing is T’Chazz’s morning comic book rustle, which occurs on Tuesday mornings. He’s got all kinds of comic books to review especially with the pending threat of Superman’s big drop coming out hot and ready for next week. Even if you’re not interested in mediums that are not on paper, there is entertainment just to be had at reading the plots of some of these comics. Batman… married, I thought I’d never see the day, and yet here we are.

If you have no idea what I’m talking about then maybe it’s time to acquiesce and go read the comic reviews.

If the visit goes well, maybe stop over at Rosa town and peruse the movie collection, this month brought to you by the man badger that brought us National Treasure and also displayed sharp foresight in this weeks ToT, Next. This movie debuts a very full bodied Nic Cage attempting to seduce a very well paid actress only using his ability to see 2 minutes into the future. A superpower that seems only useful for predicting when you’ll disappoint your sexual partner because you’ve just started and you know that in less than two minutes you’re already going to be seeing fireworks.

Anyway that’ll do me today, catch you all next week.



The Pool Time Update

Okay so I’m trying to not overdose on coffee right now, but it’s a total challenge to keep things under control as we get closer to podcast time and the number of things I need to gets ever higher.  I usually write these pre-podcast but post cooking, so by this point my day is well strung and nearly over. Through this ocean of hurry I’ve managed to survive almost entirely off of this Aubrey Plaza ASMR video that was born out of W magazine.

It fills me with PandR nostalgia, and is awesome. If you’re having a hard time, I would suggest checking it out.

Anyway, I’ve got some apologizing to do. Last week I led by saying that the morning programming would be back. That was wrong. In fact it was so wrong. It was opposite of right. We did even less morning program, and god forbid, if Eneaz was not there to cover there would have been NOTHING. NOOOOTTHHIINNGGG.

But we’re all cleaned out of the old office now. Everything has been moved to the new place (but have not been setup quite yet) This means that we’ll be back to the morning M – W program during the 9 to 5 block.

MMM is still going, I’m working on something to get caught up, and it’s sort of killing me, but it’ll be worth it when we finally bring ourselves back together and are on track.

It’s NICK CAGE month. No seriously, Nic “Saint Olaf” Cage was delivered to us by aliens on this month. We don’t know the specific day because time didn’t exist in the way we know it during the oily refuse of his creation. All this month Rosa (The poor sodding disciple of Cage) has relegated themselves to the batters den of Cage movies. It’s just Cages. Forever. As the editor for the series let me alert you to my dismay with a well recorded voice line.


Besides that Wolf is slated to do some exciting Superman specific stuff we’re finalizing the details, but I’m doing everything in my power to research Sman to make sure we can grab some good stuff.

That’ll tie it up this week. We’re going to the pool at the new office to go veg and chat. Thanks for readdddddddd.


The “I’m Good” Update

You know the sound a moose makes when it’s walking around, it’s genuinely horrifying. It sounds a bit like a collection of trains surfing down some musty dirtways.

Anyway just like the angry moose surfing down the malignant walkways that make up our everyday we’ve got another week of bullish content coming to you. This week we’re trying a podcast layout based around us sitting around a computer a la funhaus style. We’re working on seeing how viable the garage is, but for the most part, we may be able to pack in a full SF setup into the computer room inside of our new office (home).

Podcasts are starting to grow a sequence of segments inside of the flower bed that is our one hour content romp. Things are getting pretty spicy with bits like script play where guests are given an out of context script to a movie they likely have not seen. There are also a few other segments that are slowly being introduced to the current machine that is starting up over on our podcast.

Every week Noble Wolf puts his comic hat on and spends a bit of time reviewing comicals which have just come out. Recently he’s been spending a lot of time doing some weird hybrid mythology comics which feature popular comic book characters. It’s stuff that feels like it was cooked up by a bottle of Guinness after spending a bit too much time in a sweat lodge, but gosh is it a good read.

Thursdays almost always feature an action packed excitement brigade prompted by the appearance of Rosa’s Trash or Treasure. The last one, about the movie “Gold” is going to be the last ToT for a month and Rosa pivots to an extreme takeover of the NickC. April is going to be Nick Cage month, we’re going bad to bad to Conair as Rosa subjects themselves to an ocean of overacting.

MMMM is still happening, and we’ll actually be getting back to some of the morning programming as it comes around this week. There is an Ant-Man/Strange double feat that’s coming up, with Civil War being the movie to watch this week.

That p much sums it all up, see ya soooooonnn.


The Long Short Update

I’m not a good person wrangler, I’m basically restricted to aggressively texting people last minute to try and get folks to get sized up to show up. I basically spend about 30% of my Friday in a fit of panic about how I’m going to be able to get the whole cast rounded up for the night. Sometimes it’s easy, and sometimes it feels like my body is about to catch fire.

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The “Still Slacking” Update

You know what inconsistency is right? It’s when two things appear to externally appear similar, but are actually similar.

As some of you folks know I’ve been doing radical gym stuff in my free time, and on Thursday I went to a different 24 hour fitness than the one I usually go to. Oh my god, what have I been doing with my time, the one I usually go to, has messed up weights, there’s always a line for the power racks, but here, here, no wait, beautiful bumper weights. It was a dream.

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The Inbetweeners Update

This week I decided not to be an idiot and try to get a jump on this weekly update. It’s going swimmingly, as I’ve managed to just now start at the lovely time of 2 PM and features that good friend of ours my underpants because I’ve me a shutin all day. Yesterday me and the Possicrit boys ran circles around the town as we went out to go eat and get to know each other a bit better. We’ve sort of decided to put a hold on the project as of right now since the last month of getting off the ground has been fairly disheartening.

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The Girl Scout Update

So here we are. It’s finally time when I’m writing an update at 3 AM on a dusty, shitty computer in a dark room. It’s not quite all the gloomy, I’m actually typing it on my shadow right now so that’s pretty cool, and the room is the perfect writing temperature, but damn. I’m supposed to be up early for gym/boardgame/pleasurable time and I’ll be damned if I sleep through those items on the agenda.

Plus there’s the newly found element of Possicrit editing which I’m on hook for.

What’s Possicrit? Well it’s our new D&D podcast. Everyone’s grandma has a podcast now and we’ll be damned if we get left behind so we decided to suit up and lock into a new Fatnasy romp. Th podcast is being run by Manny who has been Podcast, and Joe who has also been Podcast. Our first session was a real high concept romp and we’re super excited to keep it going in the later times.

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The Coffee Maker Update

Please turn me into coffee.

There are few things better than the enthralling rush of nearly dying on the CA-15. This freeway, renowned for it’s exceptional death toll is practically sentient with it’s pursuit of bodily harm. Some freeways are free from the harm of others by virtue of the time of day that folks are traveling the road, but the 15 is never accident free.

At least 3 times while leaving work at late hours, I have seen flipped cars. How do you flip a car there at midnight when there is nobody else around, I don’t know it’s a mystery.

This among other factors have motivated a decision to move offices. Some of the more in tune Floor Birds may no doubt be privy to this desire. We have been spending most weekends hunting for a new hearth and have some delightful candidates to this effect. Either way, know that a move is coming soon and when it happens there will be scheduling changes, but in the mean time enjoy some lovely home hunting videos put together by our lovely friends at google on our twitter.

This last week I’ve really been trying to put together a video of Rising Sun on account of it being so hot and sexy. All the minis look fresh in their plastic casing, and don’t tell anyone this, but my copy of blood rage is actually quite sticky. Rising Sun has no stick, and speaking of a lack of stick, we’ve got a brand new soundboard which hopefully fixed some of our more pressing sound issues. Our old one is basically begging to get set on fire, and seems to be in a constant state of asking for the sweet release of death. Tip, if anyone actually knows the proper way to put a soundboard out of it’s misery, I’d love to know.

Possicrit has yet to record, see previous home shopping reasons for why that is, this coming week is likely to see the recording of a hot number so we can get our bumbles in order and put that thing together.

A long time ago we ran a raffle for our lovely Extra Life shindig, well your packages have since been mailed out. Things have been dispersed to the winds and hopefully your goods arrive in healthy, sexy, winnerific status. You definitely earned it for waiting so long.

Tonight, Eneaz and I will likely spend some romantic time playing some of the new Crytek game, Hunt:Showdown. If it’s anything like our other experiences playing games it’ll end with us being dead. If we could end up not dead that would be great, but you know us, always dying.

Do you speak German? I love the German language, and earlier in the year we had a German friend visit the office and whisper sweet nothings to us while we worked. Well this miracle of modern engineering (my German friend is actually a robot) showed me a German let’s play group who have a live audience, band, and play on a projector. It’s so crazy, and also completely incomprehensible thanks to them not speaking the same language. It’s so cerebral, definitely the future of the craft.

This week there will be another installment of Trash or Treasure and Wolf’s Comic Odyssey. Those things are basically second clam now, but Joe is also planning on releasing one of his gaming lifestyle things on Wed, making this coming week a banging one if you’re a person on the rafters of our website.

Of course there will also be the usual strambles, with Nobledudewolf playing more… I thought we were on weird games, but he did WoW last week, so maybe more of that. Who even knows anymore, I don’t. But he’ll be there (here?) doing Wolfy things.

Additionally, there will be some hot bodies floating around the streams this Monday as the freshly minted married folk slide into a life of astute earnestness and continue one of several coop adventures which seemingly have no end. Truly married life is an eternal nightmare.

Well that’ll be it this week. Please shoot me some photos of your happy existences so that I might stoke the constitutions of my waning heart.



The We Survived Work Update

Boom Boom Boom Boom.

Do you hear that, no? This is a written article? Okay, put on something that booms for you because it’s Weekly Update tiiiimmeee.

Eneaz is back for podcasts. A recent schedule change (which has me and Brian unaffected) places Eneaz in perfect range of our standard podcast time slot. I’m sure you’ve noticed the newly minted man strolling about. He’ll finally be back where he belongs, in our shared arms during the cultish exchange known as The Skill Floor Podcast.

Manny who has appeared on previous podcasts will also be joining us for his show Possicrit. This is a d20 tumblin, podcast fumblin, audio only adventure. No word on length or release, but our first recording session will be Thursday night. This one will be pickupable on podcast feed, so you’ll be able to download it from wherever you get your winning podcasts.

CBRich asked what podcasts I recommend. If you’re new to the medium and want to get your feet soaked I always suggest Radiolab. You never know what you’re going to get in this high concept podcast that never trails the same path. Some days it’s debunking, some days it’s just 30 minutes of poetry, but it is always great. For comedy rangs, Brian really likes Harmontown. Dan Harmon has all lights aimed bright and bleary at his poor face, a band of new faces continuously put him on the spot. These are good openers to the medium.

This week Wolf’s Weekly Pull is not releasing. That’s because it’s his birthday and he’s taking a mini vacation up to my alma mater to visit some friends. I’m sure they’ll take lots of photos so I can place them here for blackmail purposes.

Monday crew streams are an ever evolving wave, we’ve been playing law enforcing agents in New York, but are feeling more inclined to do crime these days. The easiest way to do that would be to put on a show of robbing banks in Payday.

The MMMM hit an expected bump, as Brian and I loaded ourselves up with hard labor to cover for Eneaz’s betrothal. Friday night ended with horse voices, tired bodies, and sensations of dread hanging over all of us. There was no way we were going to make it through Avengers. We did that yesterday, and will be watching Iron Man 3 before Tuesday so we can talk both movies on Tuesday morning.

We’ve continued the trend of allowing remote Podcasting. Do you enjoy hearing foreign voices from a far off land, do they sound good to you, pleeeaassee let me know.

That’ll be alllllll


Marriage upDate

People are always surprised to find out I’m involved in a podcast. It’s not the first or the last thing I introduce myself with and for the most part, people find out when I have to cancel plans with them because something TSF comes up.

I’ve had conversations with Brian about how much my social life has suffered because of this baby that’s always sleeping in the back of my mind, the YSBDM baby. Which besides sounding like a hot sexual masterpiece, is the name I’ve given to the determined voice that is always telling me that I could do more.

I’ve forgotten how to take breaks. When I’m trying to enjoy something there’s always that little voice hanging out, chatting me up like dejected furniture catalog, telling me you should be doing more.

For longer than a year now, I’ve been working towards something. I’ve got a team, we’ve got a plan, and we’re working better than ever to mill out more but growth is a slow thing, and the wheezing breaths sound loudest when I’m laying in my room thinking about what I thought my life would be and what life is now.

The truth is I’m scared. I’ve been scared since I left college. I don’t think I’ll stop being scared. The difference, is that I’m scared of different things. Now what scares me most is this project (TSF) going away. A few months ago during the internet crises of 2018, huddled over a plate of eggs and lukewarm coffee, I told Brian that I was worried we were done. Nearly in tears, I whimpered for another cup of coffee to a waitress that had probably seen way more shit that night than I would in my entire life. What if all of this amounts to nothing. What if we never get it right. She begrudgingly poured coffee while I said more dramatic things to Brian about how fucked we were.

Then we had a meeting, and everything was alright again.

Of course, we do get it right once in a while. Both with the people we work with and with those that we get to see do dumb photoshops, and for those that love star wars, and for those that join us for Marvel movies.

We get it wrong too, late starts, inconsistent moderation, a spotty schedule.

It’s easy to let the wrong stuff slide because part of my insides say that it doesn’t matter.

That part of me is so, so stupid.

On Friday two people who met doing this project got married. Months after they met and started dating they committed to a lifetime commitment to one another. To thoughtfully pledge everyday towards making each other’s lives better. This decision was made during an unsteady time period in life. There are no allotments for stability being made, and financially no party is in the best shape. Despite this adversity vows were exchanged, rings given, documents signed, and family members appeased.

I asked Brian if he thought Eneaz was worried. I asked Eneaz if he was worried. I asked Rachel if she was worried. They all said no.

There has always been this pressing desire to find what is best. When I met Eneaz at Kanpai late on a Thursday afternoon (nearly 2 years ago!), my instincts told me to move on as quickly as possible. Deep in my gullet, there was a judgmental decision about how far this person could help take me. How far they could take this project. Sense dictated that there was someone better, somewhere. Because of that I almost didn’t meet a good friend. We joke about it now, but honestly I’ve spent many nights thinking about how fucked we’d be if I stayed a judgmental piece of shit. Thank fucking Christ he had a business card.

My fears about TSF stem from my fears about impact, but two people were able to find one another in this abysmally chaotic world and choose to support one another. Their narrative contains a fragment of this thing that’s grown from a library conference room to an office, to you. Regardless of whether or not this budding plant is snuffed by bad internet, or more likely our incompetence, it’s a shred of something in someone else’s life. For times like today, there is nothing I could ask more of what started as a silly idea while I was in between projects for my “real job.”

I didn’t get to attend the wedding, for the same reason I’m always bailing on my friends, because of work. There are some sentiments I would like to share though, and this weekly update might be as good a place as any. I like to picture a lectern in a ballroom, things like this are always said in ballrooms.

It is a fearsome decision to decide to love. It is probably the only decision we get to make that is solely based on personal whim, and yet so immediately impactful for the rest of your days. I have no doubts that there will be numerous swells in the water of your lives which might disquiet the cozy home being built from the waste wood we’re using to carve out an “ours”. Sure as those doubts are, I know that on the other side, you will remain in the basking sunlight of the defeated torrent, hands held, smiles tightly bound, floating to wherever you might go. Might we learn from your example, would be a blessing that all of us could awaken as better people.

If nothing else should come of TSF, I am happy that it has at least served in this way.

Definitely not a weekly update,