Just A Minute More, With Tim Marchman

Generally you would not want to use a word like “catharsis” in relation to a podcast. That is just not what they are for, in my opinion, and it’s not really in my range as a podcast co-host or guest to deliver that sort of experience. While last week’s episode announcing the end of The Distraction was decently cathartic for me, that was never the point. Of course the final episode of the podcast would be significant for us, and inevitably include a decent amount of Looking Back At All We’ve Accomplished and such, but part of the reason we invited original co-host Tim Marchman back was to get back to basics before slipping the surly bonds forever. You already know what that means: free association, good-natured muttering, and heated takes about radishes. It’s not catharsis; it’s something much dumber and more powerful than that.

We got the nostalgia stuff out of the way in the first half of the episode, although there was still plenty of vintage nonsense in there between our precious memories of embarrassing moments, famous guests, barking dogs, and the janky prehistory of the podcast during its decade of neglect under our former corporate parents. We swapped stories about our encounters with a leather-encased Buzz Bissinger, and remembrances of Tim Curry, including both his escape to the one place that isn’t corrupted by capitalism (space) and his legendary movie-demon performance. We also talked about the unfortunate impact that extended periods of podcasting can have on one’s professional legacy and self-image, remembered Chris Bosh getting yoinked off his podcast appearance before things got too stupid, and addressed the Toilet Sandwich Question one last time. If you remember me at all, I hope it will be as I described myself in this segment.