Mar 11th, 2006

Testing, testing: Is This Thing On?

I promised myself that I'd learn how to podcast.

Did I succeed?
Well. Yes. Yes, I did. I just submitted the first episode of the Pandemonium Midnight Uploading to i-tunes. I subscribed, and it found the podcast, populated all the fields correctly (i.e.: the author, the description, the artwork) and opened and played.

Sigh.

I am soooo the Geek Goddess. Sometimes I scare myself. I ate cold pizza for breakfast and sat down in front of the Powerbook and corrected code. I am so hott.

Anyway.

The Pandemonium Midnight Uploading could also have been called Pandemonium Reigns Again. Back in the 80s and up to the mid 90s, the Pandemonium Midnight Uprising was a comedy show that aired on WLRN, Miami's National Public Radio affiliate.

Those were heady days, people. We (RJ was a Pande, too) were just a bunch of people (too old, really, to still be called kids) who got together once a week to record a radio show. Sometimes we went on live, and it was a blast. Other times we did improv, and there were moments of comedic genius. At still other times, there were moments that sank like lead-weighted rocks.

We had no monetary support from anyone. We wrote most every skit ourselves. We did our own production, and post-production.

Sometimes we appeared live. Sometimes the various sub-groups would perform folk music, or musical satire, or comedy or do a stand-up routine.

We had a wonderful time, and true to this day, amused ourselves greatly. But all wonderful times end, eventually. One and then another of us moved away, dropped out, divorced. Gary died. The tapes were lost.

Not too long ago, I found my personal collection of cassettes of shows that I'd taped off the radio. MJ ported them all to CDs, and I've converted them to mp3s and mp4s, and as of an hour ago, launched the Pandemonium Midnight Uploading, a podcast on i-tunes.

That I could write that code, and do the editing required to get these shows broken apart and put back into little bites, would have gotten Gary very hot.

These are for you, Mr. Willson.