All Episodes

Fill Me In #556: If you hit the mute button on the radio, how do you know when it's done? That's one of those Plato-Socrates questions.

Fill Me In #555: There's a lot of should in this world.

Fill Me In #554: The second ring of adjacency.

Fill Me In #553: Everything is words.

Fill Me In #552: They should call it Small-ta.

Fill Me In #551: Never try.

Fill Me In #550: Four out of three, or four to seven.

Fill Me In #549: We've been on as long as "Cheers."

Fill Me In #548: You've unlocked the key of your hand.

Fill Me In #547: It started to arrive late, and continued to get progressively later the more it arrived.

Fill Me In #546: The younger the kid, the longer the trip.

Fill Me In #545: Botulism of the podcast.

Fill Me In #544: More of a mess than a pleasure.

Fill Me In #543: What's a goldfish? Or why did I say it?

Fill Me In #542: Stethoscope.

Fill Me In #541: Never once have I touched a niblick.

Fill Me In #540: It wasn't as big as it was assumed to be.

Fill Me In #539: Maybe it's fun to count to B.

Fill Me In #538: If you ever do that again, we're through.

Fill Me In #537: Of all the things I've called you, loud is not one of them.

Fill Me In #536: A bulldog-shaped turkey named baritone saxophone.

Fill Me In #535: A bagel is not a solution.

Fill Me In #534: What's the juice inside the sand art thing?

Fill Me In #533: There's no Tuesday puzzle for the first fifteen hours of Tuesday?

Fill Me In #532: Extremely low jostle tolerance.

Fill Me In #531: The epitome of serendipity.

Fill Me In #530: How do you get juice from a nearly desiccated plum?

Fill Me In #529: Serving all American style sandwiches done in wraps, hot dogs and milk shakes.

Fill Me In #528: About halfway between where we are now and Sacramento.

Fill Me In #527: Flower power, Monet.

Fill Me In #526: One of the two words is crab.

Fill Me In #525: I had it with the back side to me.

Fill Me In #524: I can't think and see at the same time.

Fill Me In #523: The power of the preposition.

Fill Me In #522: A quasi fictionalized version of what i saw that day.

Fill Me In #521: Smaller in people, bigger in land.

Fill Me In #520: Some Mexico is the same amount of north as some Texas.

Fill Me In #519: It's a conversation ender.

Fill Me In #518: Ump for Anatevka.

Fill Me In #517: Not if it happens in Hebrew.

Fill Me In #516: Up until a zillion o'clock in the morning.

Fill Me In #515: These sounds will be lost to Sweden.

Fill Me In #514: Your tether is loose and frayed and flimsy.

Fill Me In #513: Our beards put together are longer than either of our beards.

Fill Me In #512: Carry your own light.

Fill Me In #511: One time is a fluke, two times is less than a fluke

Fill Me In #510: Weekly for the lawn, seasonally for the snow.

Fill Me In #509: Sardine routine.

Fill Me In #508: The main quality of Stephen Sondheim is orchestra pit curiosity.

Fill Me In #507: You're a pseudo-step-father.

Fill Me In #506: They're tied together by God … inside of the cow.

Fill Me In #505: Don't tear your stuff.

Fill Me In #504: It makes me very anxious.

Fill Me In #503: Our memories have become a kazoo.

Fill Me In #502: 'I'm not sure how to help you with that.'

Fill Me In #501: The economies of scale.

Fill Me In #500: What a predictable disappointment.

Fill Me In #499: That's one of the Anchorages.

Fill Me In #498: There's definitely not a distinct I.

Fill Me In #497: Most of what I know about Iowa I learned from "The Music Man."

Fill Me In #496: My Great Struggle Keeps Hope.

Fill Me In #495: Ox, but more fancy-like.

Fill Me In #494: Unpleasant icing on the challenging cake.

Fill Me In #493: Nothing morbid about Boop.

Fill Me In #492: The pre-Pope life of Popes.

Fill Me In #491: Thursday America, Friday Japan.

Fill Me In #490: Not everything is for everybody.

Fill Me In #489: This is gonna be a corker.

Fill Me In #488: Bob Cobb and Herbie Derby.

Fill Me In #487: There's more people to be faster.

Fill Me In #486: All rectangles are squares.

Fill Me In #485: Almost 100% sure does not feel like enough sure.

Fill Me In #484: A million monkeys typing into infinity.

Fill Me In #483: In Australia, Ajax Spray n' Wipe television commercials appeared from 1988 to 2010, all voiced by Robyn Moore singing a jingle to the tune of Ian Dury's song "Billericay Dickie."

Fill Me In #482: Thanks for the occasional effort!

Fill Me In #481: Igor and Constantine came in and moved me.

Fill Me In #480: Did anyone lose their job over Bad Cinderella?

Fill Me In #479: Intentional ignorance.

Fill Me In #478: 22-Down!

Fill Me In #477: All the great cats are hunters.

Fill Me In #476: Linguistic chaos gremlins.

Fill Me In #475: Something about facts.

Fill Me In #474: Can witches fly without brooms?

Fill Me In #473: The seventh is the last of seven.

Fill Me In #472: It's still just normal December.

Fill Me In #471: You're so California.

Fill Me In #470: Where my head stops, there's an amount of space.

Fill Me In #469: Benjamin Franklin's heyday was pre-1980s.

Fill Me In #468: Nary a snap.

Fill Me In #467: As the tub gets emptier, the diction falters.

Fill Me In #466: The Mongol Empire is known for its sentiment.

Fill Me In #465: Maybe they greased up their rooves.

Fill Me In #464: The worst Hanukkah prayer.

Fill Me In #463: Solve a crossword and remain a pagan.

Fill Me In #462: So I have to fatten up my foot.

Fill Me In #461: Intense and very a lot.

Fill Me In #460: The Zimmerzine Teaser

Fill Me In #459: Everything since then has been a gradual retreat.

Fill Me In #458: If stubborn foolishness wins out.

Fill Me In #457: The three audiences of Ryan Hecht.