After 200 Mondays this week was weird for me. I sat in my studio listening to music with nothing to do. I knew Ryan wasn’t coming over and I knew we weren’t doing the show. I’ll be the first to admit some sadness crossed my mind. But it wasn’t long before that sadness was replaced with a sigh of relief. I think Ryan said it best in his blog post only a few hours ago, “passion becomes an obligation” and he’s Johnny on the spot with that. I sighed in relief. I didn’t have to be “On” in a couple of hours. I wasn’t going to feel the pressure of producing another high-quality podcast before I passed out at around 3am.
For the past 200 Mondays Ryan and I have been making a show that we loved. We’ve made each other laugh and we’ve had a hell of a time doing it. But this Monday night Ryan wasn’t here and I was alone. This Monday night Pink Floyd was my only friend. Chronic Insomnia would not be produced. I think that was the moment I realized our vacation had just started and you know what I did? I turned the Floyd up and smiled. Sure I miss Ryan, sure I miss the show, but we’ve only been absent from the internet for less than 48 hours.
From the very beginning Ryan has been the heart and soul of the show. You can hear his passion seeping through the microphone each and every week. Ryan truly loves comic books and I like doing the show with him. We’ve been doing shit like this since 1983. The only difference between now and then is Ryan doesn’t have any Crossbows and Catapult pieces to toss around while he’s talking. Thank God.
In the past 200 shows, Ryan and I have turned Chronic Insomnia into a slut; a loose, overly wet sloppy bitch. We need to let CI collect her things and take a shower at some point. She’s getting a little ripe. That and she needs some cab fare to go home and get some new clothes, her look is getting dated. She’s like those pathetic 50 year olds, who at one point were Poison or Bon Jovi fans, that walk through the grocery store in leopard print spandex. It’s time for a wardrobe change. I swear to you if you could download the smell of the show it would be a heavy pool water smell with a hint of Salami and Drakkar.
So after some vaginal rejuvination surgery and some classy vagazzeling, she’ll be back and ready to fuck your ear holes off. She’ll have learned all kinds of new tricks, some good and some that involve the stink finger or something we like to call “Mudbutt” but one thing I can assure you. Chronic Insomnia will come back stronger, fresher and all douched up. She’s just got too much sand in her vagina and we’re going to clear it out.
So until we talk to you again, we want to remind you just how much we love the all of you…Well I’ve got another couple of songs from Wish You Were Here to play and I think there’s some volume left on this knob.