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E3: E7: The Gospel According to Whoever is Left; S7: 7,7... almost a jackpot
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- Danger, Vicious Dog
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- Jun 26, 2026
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- 665
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Summary
Every time I sit down to write one of these little episode descriptions, I accidentally turn it into another podcast episode. Which is exactly the problem. I’ve been hoarding episodes like a dragon hoards gold — except instead of gold it’s half‑finished audio files scattered across Notes, ElevenLabs, Suno, Logic Pro, random folders, and whatever dimension my brain disappears into when I’m not paying attention. And I kept telling myself I needed to release them in a certain order, with a certain spacing, with a certain “plan,” because apparently I thought I was running a media empire instead of… whatever this is. Meanwhile, I was losing track of everything. Which episode had music. Which one was mastered. Which one was still breathing heavily into the mic. Which one existed only in my imagination. Which one I had listened to ten times and still cringed at. And here’s the part I didn’t admit until tonight: None of that mattered. What mattered was my discomfort. I can’t release an episode if I’m cringing at it. I can’t move on if I’m still stuck in the last thing I made. I can’t start being uncomfortable about something new until I finish being uncomfortable about this. So I’m done pretending I care about “order” or “strategy” or “spacing.” I don’t. I care about getting these episodes out of my system so I can stop thinking about them. This one? Honestly, it probably deserved a whole week to itself. It’s weird and beautiful and unhinged and maybe I’m just manic or high on my own output, but I like it. And I need it gone. Out. Released. So I can start spiraling about something else. I put one out tonight. I’m prepping this one for tomorrow morning. And then I have four or five more (or seven? or twelve?) that I need to drag across the finish line before they rot in the dig…