Podcasting is Dangerous
Welcome to the Wellington Leg podcasting contest. Your host and master of ceremonies is the Earl of Watership Down captain of the green team, author, if you consider a disreputable Isle of Mann vanity house a publisher, and friend of hogs. The Earl is approaching the stage, a floating stage, surrounded by papier mache nymphs and a frieze of gastropods in mid bite, the crowd is engaged in pre-ceremonial hubbub as the cameras pan the once red now orange carpet, a carpet whose neglect reflects the zeitgeist, malaise, scadenfreude, and weltschmerzen so redolent this evening.
Oh the first pod has been cast, ladies and gentlemen, a vicious throw that seems to have left an elderly gentleman stunned…no, he’s okay, and he fires his pod from beneath that plaid blanket of uncertain yet blinding hue…pods are flying from the Huffington balcony. It’s all the Earl can do to hold his position…he’s re-enacting his encounter with the killer gastropod…this is incredible, for the first time anywhere The Earl is gastropod casting…A Sea Snail, an Abalone, these creatures with bipectinated gills, so dangerous when roused! This reporter is fleeing the scene, well, pausing on the orange carpet, a rumor of Maureen Dowd my only hesitation, a great pink abalone is casting pods of its own. Somebody, call the cops.