Welcome, welcome to the DTFH live.

Hello to all of you out there who are watching or will watch in the future or even watching in the past,

which technically, if you're watching this, you're watching it in the past.

Even if you're in the live feed, you're seeing a millisecond at least, depending on your internet speed, into the past.

So I'm basically a time

traveler right now, and I want to say hello to you from the future. It's not so bad over here. A few

milliseconds ahead. Nothing terrible has happened yet. The flash of white, hot nuclear light has yet

to irradiate the city that I'm in, though I am in a basement,

meaning there is some chance that should nuclear war break out as it could at any moment.

I wouldn't know it for at least a few seconds.

Might feel it trembling.

And theoretically, theoretically, there is some infinitesimally small chance that I could still maintain an internet connection post-nuclear blast.

I don't know the internet infrastructure here in Austin, Texas.

And my guess is that it, along with every living thing, will be incinerated, melted, and fried.

But if not, I will continue the broadcast post-nuclear

blast. I'm sure Austin is on the list of cities to be struck by nuclear missiles. And it's a

perfect place to be down here. Josh, I'd be honored to be incinerated with you. Our ashes mixing together, podcasting till the very end.

I feel bad for my family.

I would have liked to hug my kids, kiss my wife.

But, you know, dims the brakes, right?

Yeah.

Dim's the brakes.

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