My obscenely cowardly colleague finally cracks, and sings the goddamned song already. And, of course, in doing so, he evaporated every last drop of enjoyment I could take from the experience with his whining emo-boy bullshit.

Honestly, I'm surprised it took eight episodes for the two of us to get into a shouting match. I am equally shocked that it was over something as innocuous as the HUSTLE March, and not over me revealing his social security number on that Ukrainian message board site. But, life is all about the little surprises.

In any event, this weekend, I won't be around for recording any podcast episodes, and now that I've posted these two this week, that means that next week's episode will mean that the podcasts will be release (gasp!) when they're recorded. Unless of course I have to do more client work, because I'm a web design whore first, and a podcaster second. 

By the way: If you're reading this Dmitri, you owe me George Clooney's credit card number. We had a deal, asshole. 

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