Funfiltered Episode #061 - "The Emperor Has No Clothes but, Like, Ironically"

Sam “speaking”.It took us XLs LX episodes to get here. A solid place. By no means is that to fling dusk at Lord Eddard B. No, I refer to the substance/subtext of 98% of our written output - the Stygian quagmire of what would strike any observer as divinely-ordained techno-shambles.We've had all the luck of a Nobbly Bobbly between a pair of straighteners. The candied pebble-dash may suggest fortification, but 'tis mere gauze 'twixt the sizzling pincers, promising naught but a creamy puddle on whatever surface one has elected to perform this deranged procedure. And sure, we* like the sound of creamy puddles as much as the next pervert, but it's not sustainable, is it? Not filling, is it? It's not what you want for your dinner, is it? Or is it? I've lost all sense of time and place, I don't know whether there was a point to this, who I am or what I was. It would seem that text has appeared between my intention to type (wherever that occurred) and this moment and all I can suggest is that you plumb the thus-far for something meaningful or halfway coherent or otherwise just peer at the collage and wait for a dominant hue to emerge...Okay, I've taken five, put a cold flannel on my nape and come to the conclusion that I wanted to say we are finally FFing content. We've managed to align our podcast ducks and, now that I've said as much out loud (as far as your brain is concerned), the quacky jerks will fly south for the winter. But this is no place for superstition/recognition of the salient motif of my vicious Design.This is a place for reviews of - phwoar, clock the segue on that - The Northman, The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent, Everything Everywhere All at Once, Top Gun: Maverick, Thor: Love and Thunder and more.Ep 60 was over 5 hrs long, time sufficient to watch The Return of the King AND experience the complete arc of a dating app relationship. No longer. Brevity is the soul of wit and the ambition of these here twits†.*A presumption based on certainty.†An outright falsehood. One of us detests pith with the kind of contempt a Sonic purist might reserve for the Fowlerverse. But I'll preserve the ambiguity.