Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Channing Tatum's Ass equals major web traffic.

Well, today starting off in that typical cuntish fashion...seriously, what is it with our Mondays? I arrive late and without cell phone, knowing that this digital castration will cause no small amount of irritation, and lo and behold, there's no way to contact the Boom Operator in the studio even though I'm roughly twenty yards away. Violent apoplexy ensued. Then on the air the B.O. shared a story of yet another battle with the downstairs vending machine. That shit got epic. We talked therapeutically for a while, easing this bad day out of our metaphorical caecum like a long, unyielding turd.

Boom dissembled Soderbergh's newest weenie-shaking Magic Mike with greater detail given to the sociological surroundings of the deliciously forbidden spectacle that is male objectification. The movie itself? Fairly flaccid. Also, we'll get more hits from this picture of Channing Tatum's ass than we will people wanting our podcast. Go Figure.

We heard music from the following:

Cowboys & Aliens, 2011 - Harry Gregson-Williams
Fitzcarraldo, 1982 - Popol Vuh
Fight Club, 1999 - Dust Brothers
Crumb, 1994 - Various Artists
Midnight Cowboy, 1969 - John Berry
Spider-Man, 2002 - Danny Elfman



shane said...

I come here for the podcast...but stay for the Tatum ass...

The Boom Operator said...

Shane, you have restored my faith in our listeners. Bless you my friend. Bless you.