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Hello, and welcome to FlashCast 36, brought to you by JuJu Klik - prepare yourself for Mexican drug lords, Bill Watterson, Little Willie, Nazis, and Sgt Smith.
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[Music] Hello, and welcome to Flashcast 36, brought to you by YouTube Click. Prepare yourself for Mexican drug lords, Bill Watterson, Little Willie, Nazis, and Sergeant Smith. [Music] Tonight we have myself, who pooping eggs, and narrative Venus, well I like that one. Jessica May, hello, Aphrodite of audio, yes, that's a keeper, and J.R.D. Hello, letter rubber, you sound very peppy, J.R.D. [Music] It's not that I'm under enthused, it's that I feel we should, I believe, present a special warning before this episode. Why is that? Jessica, run the tape. [Music] You are about to see a short preview of the film that has been breaking box office records across the country. It is about a girl who went all the way. It may very well be the most important film you'll ever see. It will be presented as a special roadshow attraction. Only a select audience will be admitted. All the way. Nothing says high class educational experience like roadshow showings. Anyway, obviously not the serious warning teenage mother, 1967. Just a little something I ran across this week and thought was hilarious. It was hilarious, the whole thing was hilarious. I'll post the full trailer that that was taken from. It's a five minute long thing. Yeah, it was a little long for, you know, I like how dramatic it is. Yeah, like it's like news bulletin. The worst thing to ever happen to your neighborhood. Teen mom. [Music] So we're recording a little late, a little late in the week. Yes. We had the plague. The plague. Yeah, just running rampant. Yeah. I believe we picked up a mall. That's my theory. We were out at the Rainforest Cafe, which is just a cesspool of kitty germs and humidity. And Charity can pretty much pinpoint it because he doesn't really go out anywhere. Yes. Well, actually, it's not that. It's that we are rarely, you see, I first wanted to blame it on food. I wanted to call it a food poisoning incident because I was the only one who got it. But the only time I can remember really being separated in a very german environment. Oh, that or maybe the Chuck E. Cheese. That would be the other kind of noise. Yeah. Speaking of cesspool. Yeah. Totally. Yeah. But then, you know, it's not catching when you get food poisoning. Yeah. Well, exactly so. But I was the first one to get it, which isn't usually the case. Usually the children drag it home. Yeah. And it wasn't so this time. Yeah. It was just like super fatigued, super projectile. Anyways, you can figure it out. Stepping flew. Not good. So. Yeah. Major portions of the show making were un-angled. Yeah, and with flashcast. You know, sometimes we can kind of get through it for a flash pulp. But the cast, it's quite a bit of time. So. Anyways, nevertheless, we are here. But it's a lovely time to be recording this evening. It's raining. I don't know if you guys can hear, but it's lovely. It's been threatening all day, but it's finally coming down. Speaking of coming down. Well, I was going to say it's not coming down into our basement. Whee. Yeah. That sucks so hard. We have three industrial fans in there. And the under padding has been cut away. And chemicals will be sprayed. I don't know. It's quite the process, but it's going to be done. And apparently it's going to be fixed forever. At some point, I don't know. I'm just happy that it's not going to have to be done by us. Yeah. Hooray for that. Mm-hmm. In happier history. Mm-hmm. We'd touch a little briefly on the first super powered human to appear in a comic. Hmm. Well, some say at least. Was it Superman? No. It was a fellow called Hugo Hercules. Huh. Which is fantastic. He actually dresses just basically like a guy. He doesn't really look like. Hugo, right? Mm-hmm. And he ran in the Chicago Tribune from September 1902 to January 1903. But the thing is that he was basically a gag comic, and he didn't really have, although he was incredibly strong in a scene doing many superhuman things. He doesn't-- That's all he really did. Yeah. He doesn't, uh-- No villains, no antagonists at all. No, no crime fighting. He's-- Super guy. There was the in-laws that lived upstairs, and they were really difficult, right? Yeah. He was-- he was just basically a good, nature guy who would help people out. Well, that's nice. You know, Jim Johnson down the street. Like, uh-- Like, you don't know where you're going. He'll take you in your car. Paul Bunyan. You-- you-- did this guy have a big blow-offs? The weird thing is he was only in comics for, like, a year, and then the guy who was drawing him and, uh, writing them left to become a painter. Yeah. Mm-hmm. And he has two catchphrases, one that makes sense to me and one that I don't get. I think it might be a, uh, term of the time. Yeah. The first one. I could do this all day. Which makes sense. He's so strong. He's whatever. Fine, but that one appears basically in every comic. The other one, just as easy. Just as easy. Well, just as easy as-- But-- but the thing is, he doesn't give some sort of, like, just as easy as, you know, flippin' pancakes or anything. It's just-- It's funny. It's just as easy. Yeah. Yeah. It must have been something so common. Interesting. Yeah. That's-- that's cool. Another comic, uh, related item I wanted to bring up before we move on. Treat. Treat. I-- I just want to say, only just last night did I get that name on the street. Yeah. He's our resident yeller. He's fantastic. You know, he's awesome. He yells marvelous things. Mm-hmm. He did a series on little willy poems for his bit strip. And I'll include the link to his series in the notes. But just an example, have you ever heard of a little willy poem, Jessica May? No. No. Apparently, they were introduced to him via a book on JFK. But essentially, they're short, almost limericks, about willy. I'll give you an example. It's easier if I just give you an example. Willy's on the railroad track. The engine gave a squeal. The engineer just took a spade and scraped him off the wheel. Yeah. And it's always like that. It's essentially little willy meeting a terrible demise in every thing. Okay. Okay. I dig it. Fairly simple rhyming scheme. I don't know. But I thought that was a lot of fun. And he did one in mentioning us, which I thought was especially nice. Absolutely. But also, I love limericks. Everyone's sending your ridiculous limericks. Anyhow. Word presence. Final comic item. This one a little bit more worldly. Mexico. Mm. Mexico. Having a bit of a drug war going on. Yeah. A little bit. For a little while now. So you're familiar no doubt with Narco. I'm not even going to attempt to pronounce it the Mexican traditional drug ballad. Oh, yes. That's right. Tell me more. There are songs done in the semi-traditional tradition. There are songs done in a semi-traditional style that usually glorify drug lords and sort of the drug lord lifestyle. No, you figure, I thought that it would be about like, you know, fallen people like the Joe Schmoes, the guys who fall for, you know, some higher up, some drug lord. I think that there are songs to certain thugs, et cetera. Yeah. But it's essentially about the lifestyle. So obviously that's been a large problem for them. Because once you get entrenched in popular culture, it becomes an increasingly difficult thing. You're moving from... Why go to school? Yeah. You're moving from socioeconomic option to legendary status. You know what I mean? If you turn this people into Robin Hood, it's a much harder thing to fight. I like the mafia, you know. So the Mexican government came up with this idea. They've released comics online. Okay. And the comics, in sort of a culture war sense, are supposed to reinforce the role that the drug enforcement guys play and sort of make the anti... make the cartel lifestyle seem less appealing. Like, how so that it's, you know, what's the downfall? Is it jail? Is it like, have you seen any of them? I've seen just a bit of them. They're essentially just pro-cop comics, like, we're going in and busting these guys and they're animated, they're sort of flash style, so there's some background music and... Wow. They made quite an effort. Mm-hmm. Well, they're making an effort. Good for you. Mexican government? I just thought that was an interesting way of going about it, pushing pulp against crime in a weird way. Now... It's fitting. Yeah. Definitely. I recall as a youth getting a couple of comics through school. I don't know if you guys ever had that experience. Yep. It'd be a Spider-Man telling us to say no drugs and stuff. I think there was one about these kids and they stole something and they had to give it back. Yeah. Yeah. That sounds essentially correct. Simple morality tales. Oh, man. There's this one that I remember particularly and it was about a village of kumquats and they smoked. Oh, no. Smoking. Comequats? Yeah. No kidding. I'd never heard of a kumquat before. But... Smoke kumquat? Here's this village full of smoking kumquats and they were convinced to stop smoking in the end. This Spider-Man make them do it. Did he come and slap them on them? Actually you know what? Batman. They should do the one with Batman. My parents are dead. Stop smoking. Yeah. Yeah. We were watching Guys and Dolls the other night and it got me wondering if one day will have musical starring Mexican drug lords or have that sort of level of sentimentality because there's nothing offensive about Guys and Dolls like none of, even though those guys are all running and all craps games or whatever it is, it's just dice to us, you know? Yeah. But will we ever have that level of sentimentality about a more modern gangster or be able to put that level of sheen on it? Yeah, Marilyn Brando and thanks to Nadra. That was pretty cool. I know. I know. But Frank Sinatra, he was so skinny in that movie. Yeah. That's Frank Sinatra. I don't know if it's just because I haven't seen Marilyn Brando sing and dance but I was impressed. Yeah. Yeah, I really was too. Like he really looked to be making a very good effort, you know? Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. So I wanted to get some book news in this week because we do a lot of movie talk and it bothers me that we don't talk more. Well, I mean Joe always brings a little literature to the show which is nice. Yes. Thank you, Joe. Remember to Amazon to see what was, you know, shaken and nothing that I was, nothing was grabbing me. So I went over to NPR, I don't know, I was just googling around. Nothing wrong with NPR. And although I didn't find anything that was terribly pulp, I did find that the number four hardcover non-fiction book was go the f***ing sleep. Excellent. Excellent. Yes. Yes. You know, that led me down an internet rabbit hole which eventually popped out with Kevin Pollock doing his talk show, which I believe is just the Kevin Pollock talk show, yes. And him as walk-in. And this was a cold read. He had never even seen this before. So I thought it was very impressive. The cat nestles close to their kittens now. The lambs have laid down with the sheep. You're cozy and warm and you're bad my dear, please go the f***ing sleep. The windows are dark in the town child. The whale huddled down in the deep. I'll read you one very last book if you swear you'll go the f***ing sleep. The eagles who saw through the sky are at rest and the creatures who crawl run and creep. I know you're not thirsty. That's bullshit. Stop lying. Lie the f***ing down my darling. And sleep. That was great. Yeah. I enjoyed it. I did as well. I wonder if walking would do this is good of a joke. That sounds so insulting. What kind of is? I would think he would. Of course. Of course. It was. I'm just kidding. It's in tangently book related news. I found a article regarding a, have you guys heard of the hard case crime imprint? No. No. It's sort of a book series down in the classic pulp style where they have kind of covers done by modern artists but in that, you know, sort of lurid 40s, 50s crime fiction tone. Very nice. Yeah. It's very nice. People like Stephen Kang and now there are some, I think classic works and some modern works. I'm not sure exactly how that works. Anyhow, oddly enough, somebody took a thousand of the covers and turned them into a dress. Wow. That's awesome. Yeah. I realize this is more of a visual item but I'll put it up in the show notes. I'd definitely. What year was it made? The dress? Yeah. Like these are modern public, they're modern publications. Okay. It's just a classic style. Okay. I dig you. Anyway, and to close up the male or the non book book news, somebody wrote a Settlers of Caton book. Okay. That's interesting. We've kind of complained about movies jumping the shark in battleship, the film, and I thought this was kind of a funny turnaround. That was of Caton the book, which to me just seems like a wide open historical novel. Like, you don't really need to. Yeah, this lady lived on the wheat plot. She moved three spaces. As much as he wanted stone, he just couldn't get it. Anyway, so now we slide into the movie news. Did you guys see that they're selling back to the future shoes? I did see that. Really? Really showed them to me, but it was one of you two, and what's the big deal about that? I think it's like a modern update of the old shoe now. No, no. What it is is they've taken the self-fascening shoe from Back to the Future 2 in the future portion. Oh, yes. The future shoes. Yeah. No, I thought it was just sort of in the spirit of the high top that Michael J. Fox wore. Sorry, my bad. Continue. No, that's okay. It's a typical looking shoe. It is. And although it doesn't sell fast and they're selling a limited number in support of Parkinson's research. Okay. That's something, right? Yeah. Yeah. It's crappy disease. Yeah. Yeah. It touches a bit of a personal spot for me. Grandmother. Mm-hmm. Not doing so well, suffers from the disease, so I wish them well in that. And it made me realize that I have a hank ring, for some reason, to see Christopher Lloyd back his Doc Brown. I know that he's old and he's looking a lot more frail these days, and certainly Michael J. Fox isn't in the greatest of conditions. That's perfect with the giant hair, though. I know. He just, he did this ad for the shoe and he did another one for an electronic store where it was more almost a found footage situation where he, like, crashed into the store. I think we might have even discussed this previously. And it just made me realize, like, I want more of that character. I want to see, for some reason, I want to see Christopher Lloyd back his Doc Brown. And I don't want to see a reboot with, I don't know, Colin Farrell playing Doc Brown. Yeah, but, like, a reunion of sorts. Yeah, I don't even know how you could do it at this point. On the moon. Well, I mean, it is a movie about time travel, right? So, yeah, theoretically. They just can't go to the west. Yeah, that's pretty bad. Speaking of probably pretty bad, they're making a Highlander reboot. Oh. Goody. Another one. Spanish director Juan Carlos, which is no offense to Juan, but that is the most generic Spanish guy named I have ever heard in my life. Yeah, okay. And his wife, Maria? Yeah. He directed 28 weeks later, the Crow remake, which I haven't seen. Okay. And a movie called Intruders? Well, good luck to him. Yeah. I never saw the movie, but I saw the television show, and that was lots of fun. You've seen the original Highlander film? I have not. No. Have I, Mary? Yes. He's looking at me like, "I do not recall. I apologize." I think I've even seen it with you. Do you remember the premise of Highlander? Yeah. There's an eternal living sword wielding trench coat wearing bed. Bad music playing. So you have seen the film? But that was just like the show. I heard the movie stood up better than the show. I really enjoy the film. The first film. Oh, it's the first. No one's ever like, "I only like the second one." The second film follows under, I believe we've discussed this before as well. Highlander 2 follows with an Alien 3 territory in that it doesn't actually exist. So watch for that stinker coming up for your movie theater sometime soon. It might be really great. Good luck to Juan. Juan Carlos. While we're discussing resurrecting things from the dead, I saw a piece suggesting, well, I actually saw the ad. It's a Charlize Theron perfume ad. The one where she ravenously takes off her clothes while stomping on diamonds? What? I don't think I've seen that. No, it's the one, she's walking through a fashion show and Grace Kelly's there and Marilyn Monroe's there and Marlene Dietrich's there. Oh, that sounds fun. Yeah, I'd go there. There's a bunch of these, well, yes. Oh, wait. Do they look like the living dead or are they, like, pre-death? No, they're just all prettier than her and it's her own personal hell. It's just a number of... It's a number of... Oh, that's badass, when I realized it's not even true. Cut shots. They do their best to make it look like they're digitally inserted. They're insinuating that she's a classic beauty, are they? Yeah, I suppose. Okay. But it goes into this weird regurgitation of dead folk that we're getting into where... I'm not entirely comfortable. Yeah. Remember that that went with the Orville red and black again? You mean like dead people promoting things? Yeah. Is there... You know what? Okay, this is a total sidetrack, but is there going to be some sort of claws in Bill Watterson's will, which is just going to say you could never sell Calvin and Hobbes ever, because the thing is, he took off, I'm not sure you're aware of this Jessica. I can see sort of puzzlement on your face. When he decided to end Calvin and Hobbes, he just bugged off and he decided he was going to paint and he's never even shown anybody any of his paintings. What? And he's never allowed anyone to license the Calvin and Hobbes property. So that's why any merchandise you see with Calvin like peeing on something or whatever is an illegal, not like, pirating of the property. Wow. Illegal mud flaps. That's horrific. Well, the thing... Well... I'm just kidding. It's my joke. I understand. You can make an argument about satire and using of use of public intellectual property or whatever, but at the same time... Those are... Sorry. He's obviously got a very strong stance about it as a creator and I sort of have a appreciation for that. I'm not necessarily saying that the character should stay in out of public domain forever, but after he's dead, I have a terrible feeling that unless his parents managed to control the estate, you look at what's going on with Jim Davis and the Garfield franchise. Yeah. Anything and everything happening? Like... Yeah. And Jim Davis is okay with that. He's the one pushing it, but at the same time, can't you see why hasn't there been a Calvin and Hobbes animated film? It would probably be not something that I would enjoy. It wouldn't be true to the original character, but it would sell a lot of tickets. Mm-hmm. Just for people he'd be curious. Well, if you've done those characters down and present them to children these days, they're still going to be lovable. But that just doesn't sound like any good reason for them to do it anyways. Why not just let him do with what he wants with his intellectual property? When I'm more interested in seeing these paintings, like somebody who's created enough to continue on a series for so long, I'm sure it's like that really interests me, as opposed to a small budget, lots of profit, generic plans made in Calvin and Hobbes. Anyways, what else? I read at one point that he was barely even signing books and stuff, but he would do it occasionally for people who were really persistent, or I believe he had a small display of them in his local hometown that he would sign and just trundle in, but then he discovered they were being sold on eBay at ridiculous levels of markup because of his stuff being so rare. Okay. So he quit the practice. Practice. Which goes against exactly what he wants to prevent, but I think even if you're a weirdo, you should be able to like, you know, I'm not saying he's a weirdo, but even if you have preferences, I think you have a right to do that. Yes. You know? Like it's yours. I'm just saying that at one point, Grace Kelly was royalty. Yeah, exactly. And I don't think that necessarily her likeness being thrown into a DOR ad or whatever it was. Yeah. It's appropriate because I'm sure if they wanted to sell such things when they were alive, they could have done that, but it's just so invasive. It's so weird. It's odd when they do it for films, but it seems doubly crass when they do it for ads. But you know, just so everyone is aware in the future, I will give my license or my likeness out for future DOR ads. Last grave robbing item here. Apparently, they're making a new Mad Max film, and guess who's in it? Oh, Colin Farrell. Tom Hardy. I don't oddly sure at least they're wrong. Tom Hardy. Tom Hardy. The guy who appears to be in everything lately. The guy. Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes. The fellow from the, the fellow from Inception and... Oh, yes. Yes. He's also in the new Batman film now. He does a good job. I think sometimes like this studio should be, I don't know who it is that figures when things are released, but sometimes, you know, people are working just as often as somebody else, but they have a bunch of movies that just come out all at the same time. And then people get sick of them, which maybe is his problem. I think he's a reasonably good actor now. I enjoy Tom Hardy's work, I'm just saying, he's in a lot lately. Mm-hmm. Well, I wonder, look, I know that the original Mad Max was, you know, very dangerous to film, and they took a lot of risks to get the shots that they did, and it'll be interesting to see what they can do considering all the regulation these days. Mm-hmm. Well, you also have to consider, though, when the original Mad Max was filmed, there was a lot less money in the industry. Like the reason they were taking so many risks in a lot of cases is just because they didn't have money to... They had to hang off a bike with a camera in order to get the shot. Mm-hmm. They didn't have like these giant dolly systems and things on trucks and... Yeah, the rigging was much different. Mm-hmm. Although, I could see them doing a good job. I'm just a little concerned it's going to fall oddly fast and furious and less... Mad Max. Yeah, Mad Max. Yeah, 'cause it was gritty, and, you know, he lost his family in a pretty brutal way. I wonder if it'll keep it as it is. I don't think it's odd. It's called Mad Max Fury Road, and I'm not necessarily sure if it's a reboot or... Maybe the guy, but in a different situation. Yeah. His new wife and his daughter, I don't know. Which is kind of odd because the way Mad Max, the young Thunderdome, really based like builds on Road Warrior, but at the same time, the guy from Mad Max and the guy from Road Warrior don't have to be the same person at all. You can take those films as two individual incidents in a entirely, in fact, the way the desert is presented in Road Warrior, it doesn't feel at all like what's presented in Mad Max. They do really feel like two separate stories, and I know that that's a function of it supposedly taking place after a long period of time, but the Max in Thunderdome doesn't feel like the Max from Road Warrior, and I would argue it's the same thing that happened with Conan and the Barbarian versus Conan and the Destroyer, where Thunderdome was really Disney-fied, and although there's moments that are really memorable, like the actual Thunderdome itself in Master Blaster, that film kind of sucked. I don't know how that happens, like, you have a chance for a do-over, and I understand you may not have the same producers' directors or whatever, I'm sure you can have some similarities, but it just, it seems silly to me that they don't learn from things that didn't work from the first one and fix it for the second, like, you know, and try it to go for some continuity, but make it better, but it always seems like sequels suck. It's not always. Well, you know, it generally is the case, and it just frustrates me. I don't know why things just don't work the way I want them to. It's the Katherine Hepburn I channeled her for just a moment. As an aside, I found an odd piece of news over this last week, actually. Rob Leefield, the guy who can't draw in comics, he owns Conan and the Barbarian Sword, like the film prop. I'm sure there was more than one sword. I didn't have it locked away and opened and unveiled. No, I don't know, I think there's multiple swords used throughout the film, it's probably only one prop version of that sword specifically. Anyway, a little closer to the October 31, getting a little bit concerned about sorting out the list. Oh, you won't have any trouble, you just need to sit down and do it. Well, here's what I'd like to do, actually. I'm calling up to the mob, calling out to anybody who follows me on Twitter. Give me 31 films that I have not seen, because here's the truth, usually what ends up happening with this little marathon. It's like an oldie but a goodie, like what you're feeling like. Because often I have to resort to what I have on the shelf. Netflix helps a little bit with that, but I don't necessarily want to watch Megacrocks 60 times. Yeah, for real. So, I got a fantastic suggestion from Nick, sometimes known as Captain Pighart, out of the mob. He was suggesting Troll Hunter. He hadn't seen it yet, very excited, kind of I had heard about it, but I sort of forgot about it. And now... Nothing wrong with Trolls. Mm-hmm. I've heard there's some surprising results within the film. Results? No. Oh, yes. It turns into a princess. So, I'm excited about that one and send along your suggestions, or you can email me at skinner@skinner.fm. Whenever we discuss Nick around the house, we call him Pighart, 'cause he can't have somebody with a name, like Pighart, not use it. Not you to lost the name. Yeah. And we talk in our pirate voices, do you? Yes. And maybe... Er... Er... Here's the thing, I don't actually dare talk in a pirate voice, 'cause I feel like he's mastered that on-- I know it's so good. I know it's so good. I'm so impressed. I don't know. Thank you, Nick. Pighart. But it's just, he gets me in the spirit, so I feel like I have to do it. Mm-hmm. Even though it's like really generic and stereotypical pirate, he's like, "R, what the hell is that?" You anti-pierocyst, you anti-privatirocyst. Now speaking of treasures of the sea, I believe it's time for... Fresh fish, a new batch of cinematic pulp with the always-listening, three-day fish. Hello Flashcast, three-day fish coming at you, and this segment, we're not gonna talk about contagion. So it is the most recent film to come out. I watched it and decided it's not pulpy enough. I had assumed it would be like an apocalyptic film, and it turned out to not be that way. It's just kind of a thriller-drama about a disease, and I felt that wasn't really pulpy. I thought that was a bit more modern than your typical pulp themes. It was an okay movie, I'm not saying that, but if I were to rate it, it wouldn't have been a green light. So I'm going to do yet another retro review. Now this movie is kind of recent, came out in the mid-90s, '95 I think, and it's a movie called The Usual Suspects. This is an excellent, excellent movie. The whole movie is taking place inside of an interrogation room, and this guy is being interrogated about a crime, like a boat got blown up, and he and these guys were supposedly involved in it, and he's being interrogated, and he tells this whole story. And the end blows your mind, it is a fantastic ending, a wonderful, wonderful movie. The acting in it is amazing, the story too is also amazing. A lot of big names in there, Kevin Spacey is among them. Excellent movie, green light, you got the Netflix, it's on Netflix. That is Fresh Fish, and this is 3 Day Fish, who's always listening. Classic film, very nice review fish, thank you very much. And a nice tie-in with Kevin Pollock. Mm-hmm, he was great in that film. Actually, there's a lot of really great characters in that film. I don't know about 95 counts as that recent, as much as I'd like it to. Yeah, really. If it's over 10 years ago. Did he say recent? He said semi-recent. I think there's a weird time-dilation going on in cinema though. It doesn't seem like we're advancing as rapidly as we once were. You can really tell an 80s movie, or a 70s movie, or a 90s movie, but there's something that happened near the late 90s, where it really just kind of-- The 2000s blend in. Yeah. It's very difficult. And maybe we're just too close to it. Yeah, we're too close. Give some time, some separation, and we'll be like, "What the F?" Yeah. Do you know? No, you know, that's not entirely true, because I look at King Kong now, which was supposed to be this epic CGI piece. And oh my goodness, anyway. I have a lot more sympathy for the 70s Kong, which we discussed last week in Barry's New York Minute. Mm-hmm. And you know, I found something odd today. What? It was a sequel to that film, King Kong Lives, or possibly just Kong Lives, I can't quite recall. Huh. And you know who the female leave was? Who? It's a gourmet-- no. You know who the female leave was? Who? Linda Hamilton. Really? Shara Conner. No kidding. Did Ron Perlman show up and sweep her off her feet? Apparently, she was-- or, apparently, Kong was just unconscious after he was gunned off at the World Trade Center. I thought it was bullets on him. Yeah. How do you like that? It's a lot more ricochets than originally saw, you know? Oddly. Speaking of the WTC. So out of bother. In case you've been enjoying a life of blissful ignorance under a big comfortable rock, then you're probably aware of the fact that this Sunday marks the 10th anniversary of the September 11, 2001 terrorist attacks on the United States. I'm very tempted to go off on a psycho-babbling rant about my own personal views regarding the inconsistencies in the official story. But with teeth planted firmly around and into my tongue, I will stick with my original plan of presenting to you today a bit of actual 9/11 pulp, a new interactive graphic novel or coloring book, if you will, that gives you, dear listener, the opportunity to allow your small child to personally deliver death blows of destruction with nothing more than a box of Crayolas. Here's the story to which I refer from NJ.com. Wayne Bell of St. Louis publishes coloring books that depict political themes, including the Tea Party in President Obama. His latest, from really big coloring books, is creating more Crayan controversy with drawings of the burning Twin Towers on September the 11th and a picture which kids can color of Osama bin Laden cowering behind what appears to be a Muslim woman as a Navy SEAL points his rifle. Critics say the coloring book, "We shall never forget 9/11 the kids' book of freedom is inappropriate, because it fails to distinguish extremist radicals from the majority of Muslims." One member of the Council of American Islamic Relations called it hateful, inflammatory, and completely inappropriate for children or anyone, for that matter. And do we really want coloring books for kids to depict a targeted killing like this, no matter how justified? It also says the 36-page graphic novel helps parents and teachers explain 9/11 in its aftermath as the 10th anniversary approaches. The video games that kids play are more violent, Bell says. He adds that graphic footage of the 9/11 attacks that show victims jumping to their deaths are far more gruesome, too. Here's a few words from the publisher, Wayne Bell. The book is designed to be a tool that parents can use to help teach children about the facts surrounding 9/11. This book was created with integrity, honesty, reverence, respect, and the book does not shy away from the truth. Thank you for visiting. So what do you think? Productive teaching tool, propaganda, pulp, memorial, or good old-fashioned profits hearing. I'd love to get your opinions. Please send them to flashpulp.com or tweet it to me at Please Lynch Me. I'm Jeffrey Lynch and that's This Week's Spot of Bother. I'll tell you what it is. Let me just say, oh, yeah, I actually, um, I saw photos of it and you can see the bullet that's going towards Bin Laden. Yeah, as he carries behind the woman. Yes. Mm-hmm. Classy. Yeah, in fact not. My opinion is its trash. I don't want, whatever. Like it was something that was necessary, I suppose? I don't know. Like, why couldn't they just put them in prison and had them suffer? No, listen, I, I don't want to go around killing anybody, but at the same time there are times when you set yourself to be at war with somebody when you have to accept the outcomes of war. I don't. What does that even mean? It's like, hey, I found you. No, if, if I was to declare war on anything, Canada, for example, the Canadian, once the moose jockeys got here, I would fully expect if I shot at them to think they would shoot back at me. I suppose. But like, okay, you're raiding some dude's house and he's behind a lady. Does he have weapons? I suppose I don't know the details. That wasn't the case. No. Truly. You know what? That's just how it's depicted in this stupid coloring book. Let's address this other item briefly. Okay. Quality, it doesn't matter that he was hiding behind a lady. No. Not at all. Well, no, I think it's a cultural thing though. It really, it doesn't, you know, it's supposed to depict him cowardly. I, I believe that it gets mentioned in the propaganda because they want to sort of lower his image. Yes. Yes. But at the same time, I don't think that that's necessarily somebody comes out of loved one with a gun. That person's going to get in the way. Yeah. It's just going to happen. Things are moving around. Like it's something they wanted to say to disparage him, but honestly it, when you're hiding from people, you got to be pretty paranoid and pretty, you know, jumpy anyways. The nature of the war that he started is one, unfortunately, and I know that there's a lot of downside to this sort of thing that has no real home base. You can't just flatten Afghanistan and call it good. Yeah. The shiftless sort of targetless war is exactly what he brought to them. And I don't blame America for having to do this weird super ninja move where they got to go in with a helicopter and not really declare war on a sovereign state and just show up and shoot a guy in the hat and then leave like, that is the war he brought to them. Mm-hmm. Yeah. He was there an awfully long time. Mm-hmm. Yeah, well, there's a larger conversation about Pakistan. Yes. Yeah. Yeah. How open they are to being honest, but I'm sure they have their own pressures. I could really use a little bit more upbeat New York news at the moment. Yeah, because I'm sure New York has been so upbeat this week. Fortunately, Barry has been. Thank you. ♪♪♪ Today's New York minute is a tantalizing tale of imponderable probability and vague veracity. Settle in for the invisible bridge of Midtown Manhattan. During the post-war building boom, the New York skyline reached for the stars. Great towers of steel and glass soared as city real estate became scarce. When barons and moguls found themselves boxed in shoulder to shoulder with their neighbors in the crowded city, unable to expand their holdings. But even if they could not expand horizontally, they could still reach for the sky. The height of their buildings was limited only by manpower, materials, and imagination. An imagination was never in short supply. Manpower was delivered by thousands of returning GIs. One of the side benefits of the war effort was that new materials and technology developed for the military was becoming available for civilian use. And some should never have fallen into civilian hands. In the last days of World War II, a fiendishly brilliant but utterly mad Nazi scientist toiled in Hitler's laboratories to create a method of making German war planes undetectable to allied eyes. He planned to build a new generation of war machines out of an invisible metal he was on the verge of creating. Learning if planes could be made invisible, so then could tanks, battleships, and ultimately even soldiers. It was in the final stages of testing just when an allied airstrike destroyed the laboratory, bearing the last hopes of Hitler just scant days before the planes were to go into production, and the deranged scientist himself died in the blast. Not long after, American troops arrived and occupied the area. One night in a pouring rain, a lone soldier took refuge in the ruins of an old building. The soldier, a private returning from a patrol, took as much shelter as he could in the half collapse building, moving far back into the structure. Poking through overturned cabinets and kicking over piles of ashes and half burnt papers, his eye caught a single page, nearly unchart, uncovered with what seemed to be diagrams and blueprints for a strange new airplane. Although he couldn't regearment, he judged by the angry red word stamped across the top that he had found something important. He carefully folded it and stored it in his pack, and when the weather allowed he returned to camp where the strange document passed from private to lieutenant to colonel up the chain of command to the generals, and ultimately to a small and secret government research lab in Washington, D.C. The formula the scientist interpreted was beyond even the intellect of the top U.S. management, try as they might none of them could create the invisible metal of the brilliant but insane Nazi. Out of desperation, the top army generals turned to the one man capable of synthesizing the complex chemical compound. He was a young genius, a whiz kid of science, whose New York chemical company was the centerpiece of scientific advancement. He had led his company in creating many innovations for the government during the war, and his rapidly growing Manhattan offices now occupied most of the floors of two gleaming skyscrapers that stood directly across from each other on either side of a busy midtown avenue. The brilliant chemist was not only able to follow the mad Nazi's work, he continued it and improved on it, creating dozens of invisible metal prototypes, many of which graced the offices of powerful congressmen and senators. And not only were they invisible, but any metal infused with the compound became extremely strong and flexible. The first practical demonstration of the invisible wonder metal was to be a bridge connecting the two office towers, spanning the busy metropolitan street below. No longer would the scientist have to dodge crowds and taxis while going from one department to another, the invisible walkway would make his company whole, allowing him to stride along on the sunlight twenty stories above the traffic. During a military project, the bridge was built in secret at night and it took far shorter than expected because the metal was so easy to work with. In a matter of mere days, the span was completed and top-ranking officials flew into New York to witness the unveiling. All was ready. Final tests had been completed, and just hours before the bridge was to open, a junior laboratory assistant rushed into the company's head office, and with a force that almost dented the desktop smacked the final test results down on the head scientist's desk, a terrible discovery had been made. Prolong exposure to direct sunlight made the metal react with oxygen, turning it weak and brittle, though still maintaining invisibility. It was a devastating blow. The government canceled their contracts and all the money that was poured into the invisible metal project was never recouped. The company was ruined, and no one ever crossed the invisible bridge in the sky. It was classified a military secret, and all documents pertaining to it were classified. The chemical company sold one skyscraper, then the other, and though it limped along for a few more years they eventually went bankrupt, and the amazing wonder kid of the scientific world killed himself by jumping off the Brooklyn Bridge. The buildings went through a succession of owners, and tenet after tenet took over the chemical offices. One of them knew that just below a certain window lay an invisible walkway, and the bridge, whose existence was known only to a very few to begin with, was forgotten and lost to memory. The only records of it can be found in certain old and dusty documents filled in the bowels of the National Archives, and for six decades the bridge has been high in the sky like an invisible sort of damocles hanging above the heads of the unknowing throngs below. A few in government who have been around long enough to remember the bridge refuse to discuss it. If pushed, they will tell you it is only a myth. After all, would you tell the people of Manhattan that a brittle and nearly collapsing invisible bridge twenty stories in the air might come crashing down at any time as they crossed a certain busy street in Midtown Manhattan? This New York Minute audio legend comes to you courtesy of a true New York radio legend. Your night icon and late night radio pioneer Long John Neville, with flourishes and embellishment by yours truly. I'm Barry, Cue the Mysterious Laughter. That was a lot of fun. Yeah, when I was putting the intro and outro to his story, one of the babies was making a fuss or something and I came back and I knew I wanted to go back over and take a really good listen to it, but I kind of came back halfway through and I'm like, "What the heck? How did we get here?" And then I completely thought it was true until I got to the end, so that was pretty cool. That's fun. Although, I must say mad Nazis, always raised an eyebrow. Yeah. It was a lot of fun. Look out for the mad Nazis. You can find all of Barry's work at bmj2k.com. And we should also mention again that Jeff can be found on the Twitter. Yes. Please lynch me. And when I get over to Facebook and like three-day Fish's Facebook page, I think you would enjoy that. Yeah. Why don't you do it now? Stop the show. Go do it. Go. And then come back. We'll wait. Guess what? No, we said we'd wait. We're waiting. Okay. You're still impatient. Guess what? What? I'm excited to say that author and rock-on-tour scut rush, who can be found on Twitter at spiritual tramp, has sent in a story. Norman. Norman's breath fogged in front of him as he panted short puffs. The walk-in smelled of frozen sides of beef. He cherished the odor, though he preferred his blood red and dripping, both from his stakes and from his sacrifices. Thick walls kept him from being seen or heard by any pastors by. He couldn't stay in here long before things got uncomfortable, but it was necessary. The police were only two steps behind him for a change, instead of fumbling around like children in the dark. That was thanks to police detective Clive Barrows, the bastard child of Holmes and Spencer. Norman had managed to underestimate him, in spite of that knowledge. He changed his breathing and attempted to force his heartbeat to slow. After seconds of intense focus, the muscle bent to his will. The temptation to clutch his arms around himself was strong. Instead, he did a brisk set of jumping jacks as the frigid air bit into him. Thinking of seeing the green eyes of his last victims stare up at him as he plunged the knife in one more time, also helped keep him warm. The girl was twelve. The age his sister had been when he killed her with a pair of chicken scissors. Lila was his first sacrifice to the dark god below. This little tart was his sixteenth. Each little girl brought his master that much closer. Five minutes passed as he struggled to stay alert and ward off the chill. The coach should be clear now. He didn't think anyone had followed him here. A false trail of blood spatter led away from his hiding spot, thanks to the contents of the court bag in his outer jacket pocket. He didn't like wasting any of his trophy, but it was for a good cause. When he was unable to stand at any longer, Norman hid the button that would allow his freedom. The heavy door swung open and stopped, allowing only a quarter inch of space between it and the jam. Momentarily confused, he pushed at the solid slab of steel again and heard the clank of chain. "Push all you want, Norman, I don't think you'll be able to break out." Barrow's rich baritone made it through the gap. He was caught, trapped. His left hand crept towards the dagger in its sheath. If he could convince his nemesis to come inside, there would perhaps be a chance to use it. "Why the chain, Barrows, come in. Take me into custody." The laughter had an edge to it that Norman recognized, the beginnings of madness. "There'll be no taking you in, Norman. You see, I was unable to convince the DA's office that you were the arachnid." Norman cringed at the name the papers had given him. "Apprehending you when you were this close to your latest victim was my only chance. I won't bore you with how I cracked your pattern or how I knew where you would be. My efforts were fruitless, since you managed to get to her before I did. When I saw your little ruse and tracked you back here, I'd said that further pursuit is meaningless. I'll never catch someone as clever as you." The sarcasm was thick, and was the only inflection present in the last handful of sentences. An unfamiliar sensation crept at the back of Norman's neck. He thought it might be fear. His mouth was dry, and his heart beat faster. "Look, detective. You caught me. Bring me in." "What's that, Norman? You're not scared, are you?" The killer saw the freezer's wand light reflect off, one bloodshot eye outside the opening. He moved for the dagger and towards the door at the same time, but Barris was too quick. The blood-stained steel skittered against the metal doorframe, marring it and slicing the rubber gasket. He pressed his face against the two narrow gap, and tried to suck in warm air. "I'm not scared, detective," it was a lie, when he almost believed himself. "It's you who should be afraid. Bring me, or face the wrath of—" The whole restaurant jumped and lurched to the right. Pots and pans crashed to the floor. Norman could make out Barris swearing over it all. Things quickly settled, but the kitchen had gone pitch black. Now Norman was afraid. The cold was bad enough. Add the close confines to it, and the primitive fear of tight spaces common to most men bled around the edges of his damaged psyche. The darkness was the fine on the ale. After much too long, a brilliant light cut through the black. He watched Barris pick through the now cluttered kitchen to the door. The detective looked shaken. Soon he stood outside and fumbled with the chain. "Maybe I only wanted to scare you, Norman," the killer wasn't sure who Barris was trying to convince. "No one would blame me for leaving you here, but I'm a better man than that." "Now if I could get this blasted chain from—" As if in slow motion, Norman saw the floor part behind his foe. The cap wasn't enough to be certain, but he was left with the impression of bone-white chitin, a handful of the glistening orbs he knew numbered among a thousand on the face of Karwick the Spider-God. That was when the freezer door slammed shut. Norman couldn't hear his foes' screams, with the unimaginable horror of his masters unearthly skittering. All he could hear were his own cries, as the cold and utter darkness finally crushed his mind before the collapsing building crushed his body. "So yeah, that's from Scott. Thank you so much. I had a really good time with that one." "Nicely done." "Hm. I love me some Karwick." "Yep." "I've had the pleasure of reading some of Scott's work in the past. He did Ginny Dair, which was sort of a young adult piece." "Mm-hmm." "Really quite enjoyed that. I was really kind of pre-reading it for the kids, but quick quality. You can find him at spiritualtramp.com or on Twitter as Spiritual Tramp. I know he's kind of batting around the idea of switching to some other domain. I believe you can also find him at scottrosh.com, scottwithtuts, R-O-C-H-E. Good stuff." "Mm-hmm. Thank you very much." "And I think in the future, if anybody wants to submit a guest episode, we will release it as a sort of emergency backup guest episode, possibly. I think that should be fairly infrequent, but I really wanted to, well, I wanted to make this one live as soon as possible, but also make people aware of the policy going forward." "Yeah. And if anybody wants to send a script to me, they've got the email, opopenax@skinner.fm. Yeah, I believe that you had a little back and forth with scott about the story." "Yeah. Now, since there will be a bit of a delay, if the person's interested, they can get a little bit of the old editorial magic from opop, since she does all my scripts." "Yep." "No, I mean, don't flutter. And it won't be too often that we're resorting with these things, but we really appreciate it. We also appreciate it. I just wanted to say quickly, Travis left an incredibly nice comment on the blog, so nice that I felt it was notable in the Flashcast, but not something that we should really read on the air. I just wanted to say thanks, though." "Okay. Thank you." "And also, thanks to everyone who sent in a Get Better Call." "Get willy, your bestage. Hey, it's nutty. Uh, just trying to join in on the Get Willy Your Bestage, uh, message-a-thon flash mob." "Hey, JRD, this is David, some Kilea calling. I just wanted to wish you, well, that's about it, just Get Better Your Bestage. We need our flash pulp, and, uh, we want it now. Don't make me organize the mobsters to, uh, have a flash mob on your ass, carry an elk-a-self-saring-tums, and all kinds of other goodies, all right? Get better and get back to the keyboard. Talk to you soon." "Bye." "Hey, JRD. Get well, your bestage." "Joe from Colorado here, so rumor in the flash mob is that JRD is one sick bastage. Hoping you get better soon. Also hoping you don't pass this on to anyone else in the family, as that would make you a different kind of bastage. Take care." "That was so great." "Yeah. Thanks so much, everybody. And unfortunately, Joe, as often happens, was correct. And, uh, the playground through the family, like, well, though." "Yeah, let's just say we like to share." "Unfortunately, we don't do it, like, well, fortunately, or unfortunately, we get sick at different times, so we're able to take care of each other, but, you know, it's a long process. But, um, yeah, they just spontaneously decided to call you up, and I thought it was really awesome that it all happened pretty quickly. We're setting them all in at the same time." "Very nice, very nice." "Yeah, thank you." "It's nice to see the flash mob coordinate. Uh, actually, speaking of coordinated flash mob, David, who you heard in the call, uh, our chief pitchfork officer, is taking on a charity walk for food allergies." "Oh, nice." "So, I believe, actually, we've been discussing that a little bit, even at even the mob." "Yeah, I think that's close to Jamie's heart, isn't it? Food allergies." "The address, and I'll speak slowly here, so this would be when you want to pause to go to your browser window if you need to. The address is bit.lee, you know, .ly/lowercasep, lowercasek, capital E, lowercase Z, lowercase O, lowercase Q. And if that's too much of a pain, I'll include the link in the show notes as usual, which you can find at flashpaulp.com, but, yeah, I know he appreciates any support you guys can give." "Mm-hmm." "And also from the, uh, call there, she was mentioning in the mob that, uh, Baltakan was actually held in Hunt Valley, uh, the Hunt Valley Marriott." "Yeah, it's pretty swank, I hear." "Because we weren't discussing how murderous it is, uh, she makes it sound like there's a lot of fantastic stuff nearby, but for the first two Baltakan, she stayed with a friend who lives in the real, like, downtown Baltimore." "In the real Baltimore." "Yeah, she actually referred to it as the Baltimore." "Yeah, the real Baltimore, so, Shady Fellows all about, um, drive-bys and business." "Yeah, just regular business." "She says staying at the hotel was much nicer, but sadly, I miss my friend." "Yeah." "So I guess that means they were gunned down in one of the drive-bys." "Yeah, I understand, like, the give and take of liking privacy, of staying in a hotel, like, and visiting friends. That's why, like, in the future, I think when we have visitors, we should have, like, long fish-term visitors, like, for a week, but that we always separate and, like, come together for, like, meals, like, we'll dress for dinner and stuff, but we'll have moments away where you can, like, gather yourself and, you know, go pee and comb your hair and take a nap, you know?" "No call from Joe this week. Can't blame him, though. We were rushing things, unfortunately." "That's not true. He called and watched you." "That's true. Absolutely." "Well, so thank you, Joe." "Yeah, that's enough, Joe." "Yeah, yeah." A lot of positive chatter about his book selections in the mob, I was quite pleased with that. He was mentioning last episode, however, "Are you afraid of the dark?" I learned something odd about the show. Apparently, all of the characters had their own personalities, which dictated the stories they told. So, around the start of the show, when they had a script to give out, they would give it out to the personality that was appropriate to tell it, as opposed to something - it's one of those odd little background details that you would never notice unless you were really paying attention. Anyway, I await the Colorado Joe theme song another week. "Are you a dassy, old hoe?" I am using my platform to declare J-R-D. "Uh-oh." "I want a new microphone." "Mmm." "And then you stand." "I see." "Okay, let me blow your mind. I want two microphones." "Mmm." We are huddled together, and that's pleasant, but you're a very loud talker, and we're not. So, if we were to, like, you know, give you your own that we could put across the room, ha, ha, or even just turn down a little bit. Yeah. I think that would be really beneficial, and I understand that maybe that's not like right now, but I declare, sir, that I want two new microphones. "You know she's serious when she gets southern." "I-I will check the Skinner co-petty cash." "Thank you." "Keep 'em honest, guys." "The R-O-L-N-R-A-S-O." "I haven't really done very much. I've had the plague. J-R-D gave me the plague, and she was taking care of me while I had the plague." "Yeah, so you get pictures when it's done." "And, you know what, maybe... do you think that your special project is going to be done by 200? It's happening on Friday, people. Are you aware of this?" "I want to be done." "Breaking me down." "D-D-D-D-D-D-D-D." "Let's just say I'm as interested in knowing the outcome as they are." "Okay. Well, better late than never, honestly." "Yeah, but it's a very large party." "Friday." "Friday." "You're looking at 200." "Backroom plots." "I'm getting pretty excited again about 200. I sort of went through a lull where I was a little bit angry at it for some reason, but the sickness really gave me time to just lie in a vegetative state and try to think about something other than my torment, really." "I found it was so fatiguing that I couldn't really, like I wanted to maybe do something, but I was just so tired of it." "Absolutely." "I didn't get my laptop, but I'd just like stare at it and be like, 'I have top bars, bottoms.'" "There was certainly a period in which I was entirely just out, but I found on the last day when I was finally coming back from it. I had sort of a boomerang effect and I had a number of ideas come to me all at once." "Yeah, you were saying it's when you actually have time to just sit down, relax, and, you know, not have to focus on writing a story that you can come up with new ideas." "Quite a large part of the writing process for me is just sitting there staring at nothing and putting things together in my brain. It's like Lego with no actual product." "Lego, huh? Yeah." "It's a product. It's just not Lego." "Yeah, fair enough." "It's like Lego with words." "Unfortunately, the basement lake made me feel like we rushed special episode eight to smidge." "Oh, he can't get over special episode eight. I swear, like, we'll be at episode 500 and he'll still be talking about special episode eight." "Well, actually, you know what, that's not entirely untrue because the special episode eight falls into the category of a certain car with tail that I don't want to identify just the moment because I don't have the number on hand that I also regret telling in the only two episodes that I'd probably go back and retool if I had the opportunity. Something else I feel like there are some episodes that are weaker that annoy me for various reasons, but I'm willing to call them stumbling blocks and move on. But this one I feel like I swung for a certain ball and I missed it by a bit and people really enjoyed the story otherwise, and that's great, but I wish I had nailed it." "You didn't think that you were very clear on where they were?" "Yeah, unfortunately, it's just one of those things where I get one swing at it and that's about it." "Well, we did go back and we re-recorded to make it clear and I think it really does clarify things and I really had fun with my Sydney Green Street." "Yeah, you did such a good job." "Thank you." "Now, for various reasons, I couldn't put this one in the FlashPelp universe in that it doesn't really fit with the mythology of the FlashPelp universe, but it was an idea I wanted to muck around with and I feel like every author gets that one telling, so that was mine. I think you did a great job." "199, I had a lot of fun with that one too as well, before the illness. I don't think we've discussed it since it's been so long, but Sergeant Smith and his little runabout with a bunch of buskers and street performers." "Yep. Sausages." "Yeah, I have to admit, a lot of that episode was inspired by experiences back in the capital of Canada, Ottawa." "Yep, we had a big Busters Festival there." "Oh yeah." "A lot of constant street performers down in the market, and if you spent any time hanging in or about there, as hooligans I want to do." "You would learn the politics." "Yeah, there was a certain amount of regulars that would get mouthy." "Mm-hmm." "Anyway." "Done times." "Ottley, speaking of my illness, I had a really big breakthrough with Cav, so this is..." "You're done?" "Yeah, I've done it. I wrote the whole thing while I was ill. Yay. Novel time." "No, I had a large breakthrough, so I believe it's all magic from here on it. We'll see." "Are you going to re-write the first chapter at the beginning?" "Yeah, I've nailed the prologue." "Nice. That's awesome." "I haven't updated the count on the website, but there you go." "Ah, well that feels good. I'm glad that's done." "Mm-hmm." "When do we get to see it?" "You should put the prologue up on the site so people can get a teaser." "Yeah." "No, you should record it a pope, and then we'll only give it to the mob." "No one's seeing any part of this book until it's fully completed, I'm sorry." "Well, that's bull crap, mister." "Big thanks to Jim for hosting wiki.slashbob.com." "Thanks, Jim." "I wish we could have like the Charlie's Angels music after we do that." "If you have any comments, questions or suggestions, you can find us at flashbob.com. Call our voicemail line at 206-338-2792, or email us @techstermp3 to comments@flashbob.com." "We love those calls. Keeps us coming in, guys." "Just come in and talk to us about the talents and musical standards we found at maintenance.com." "Yep. Yep." "The entire run of Flashbob can be found at flashbob.com where we'll be the search bar in iTunes. Flashgas is released under the Canadian Creative Commons attribution now commercial 2.5 licence." 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