Well, well, well, hello, everyone.

372 pages will never get back.

This is the podcast slash book club where we go after bad books.

Why would we do that?

I don't know.

But it's Connor Lestoka and me, Michael J. Nelson, normally working over at Rift Tracks,

but now we're reading teenage scribblings.

We're working through my immortal. I always want to call it a mortal beloved after the Beethoven film because it's so similar. They're very, yeah, it's a mashup of

those two would travel well online, I'm guessing. Certainly, certainly. Wow. So we're in halfway

through.

Connor, I'll toss it to you.

Well, what do we have for the show today?

I guess we should give a rundown.

Well, yeah, we've got all of the normal department's time bearing.

Of course, we didn't have time for emails last time, but we got some good ones this time.

We got some of the challenge we put out of rewrite another popular work in the style of Tara Gillespie.

So we'll have to get to those.

We of course have dumb sentences, even though you're, it's an abundance of, it's like when you can just reach into a teeming pond of fish and just pull out a catfish without even having to really cast a line. That's what this is like for dumb sentences. Right. There's one black sock in your drawer. How many times, you know, and there's 75 white socks. How many times before you're sure of getting a black sock, a dumb sentence is sure to come pretty much every time? Yes. You have, you have 75 black lace garters and only one hot pink one, so you have to,

as you're adorning here.

But then, yeah, and then we have, what's the other one?

Fan figure real, of course.

Yeah.

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