You know him.
You love him.
He's me.
The Smartest Man in the World is finally back. It took a few months because of various hold-ups and miscellaneous issues of import, but the show is returned.
I am returned.
If all goes according to plan, there will be a steady stream of episodes from here on out. Carl and I have also talked about adding video episodes either weekly or every other week. I see myself doing a sort of weekly address. Like the president when he sits next to the fireplace and babbles about war and oil and money and says stuff like, "We're moving forward into a time of great prosperity," and "All our PhD research scientists are moving to Korea because they can make more money there," and "My shorts itch."
If you haven't listened to the show, then you're a frakking retard. You should go listen to it. It's so effing good that the iTunes team made a "brick" for me and advertised the show on the front page of their podcast section:

I don't mean to brag, but... Oh, wait - yes I do.
This show has probably gotten me more fan mail from hot girls than any other thing I've ever done other than the writing, the videos, and strutting down the street.
It's nothing special - just me reading some of my longer posts against a musical background - but it seems to be the wind beneath some people's wings. It's not my place to judge, though I'd never listen to the show myself. It takes all kinds, you know?
If you're totally caught up in the hype now, head over to The Smartest Man in the World and get your subscribe on. The best place to go, though, is iTunes [this link should open iTunes for you, and take you to the show], as it's far easier to subscribe and get the shows onto your iPod with minimal effort. If you haven't already gotten them, there are already a couple dozen shows out there that can keep you company while you're commuting, walking the dog, or making love.
Thanks as always to Carl Franklin and his company - Pwop - for doing this. I'm not sure what he gets out of it. It might just be that he feels it's his duty to ensure that the message of Me gets disseminated throughout the land.
In other news, I think I may have discovered the worst video game of all time. By "discovered," I mean that I found it on Gamespot, and Gamespot said it was one of the worst games of all time. Check it out. Here's a link to a video of the gameplay - that alone should have you barfing in your throat, praying for death. By the by, rather than praying for death, just stop the video or close the window. Nobody's interested in your melodrama.
Ok. Go download my stuff and make me famous and rich.
Tell your friends about it, tell your mother, and tell your mother to tell her friends.
Together, we can all improve my life.
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