A massive rainstorm leaves much of our county without power. Join as we introduce some new cast members, discover Nor’Easter is not a holiday involving raining bunnies, explore the Congressional Shower, discover unintentional acceleration, and fear being stopping impaired.
While the Oscar’s are definitely not our topic tonight, we discuss something else near and dear to Dead Air’s collective heart: religion. Shockingly, Zee is cynical, the Mo is conservative, Redux is inflammatory, and Spam is non-committal.
Our conversation about Purim takes a strange turn as our extremely large crew contemplates the importance of make-up on drunk men, the need for Little Spam to remember he has a girlfriend, and the ease with which some of our crew experiences, um, well, he should really consult a doctor if that doesn’t go away after four hours.
Our smaller-than-usual cast engages in a more-than-usually disjointed discussion of beards and racism. It turns out that, while many Americans are made nervous by certain racial profiles, we should also be scared when a 67 year old man gets on a bus . . . especially if he has a beard. Also, Purim is coming up. Where will you debauch this year?
It’s Valentine’s Dy (or VD, as we like to call it), which is usually a pretty bad time for our crew. You know – depression, crying, abject despair. And those are the crew members who are in relationships. For those of us who are a little lonelier, well, things can get a little hairy.
As God rains heavenly dandruff upon us, burying Spam and posse in the epic ShmooCon snowstorm of 2010, we consider whether or not Zee rigged the Ukranian election (he did), why the Mo can’t seem to remember anything (he can’t), why Sweet Dee dyed her hair (now it’s brown), and how now Katrina is okay (you know, ’cause they won the Super Bowl).
Do you believe in miracles? There are a lot of answers to that question, and most of them are extremely disturbing. Join us for a discussion of a Divine intervention that didn’t do much intervening, an immaculate conception that wasn’t too clean, and a holy ghost that isn’t particularly saintly.