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the western half of Hollywood. Our uncharted waters lay before us like so much unfettered

turquoise pristine pool, not so much as this frog splash hindering the surface. And yet

once again we join hands and join hearts and hope to find hilarity together and I promise

not to talk about the work of HG Wells anymore on this podcast at least for the next few

years until a time machine is invented that can take me back to the time when Herbert

George Wells was alive and we can discuss this mono, e-mono. I want to thank you for all

the letters, what you have written me over the weeks and the autograph requests I am trying

to get stuff out as quickly as humanly possum. As far as the moon jack goes, the ephemeral

miniature emotional support moon jack is here in the fortress with us. I have it next to

me here. You can hear it trilling if you listen close enough. That's the sound the moon

jack makes when it's filled with an overwhelming sense of well being and one of emotional caring

toward you and all of your emotional needs. So know that not only I, the preep kitten

him here to support everything you need emotionally, there's an ephemeral miniature emotional

support moon jack that's got your back as well as mine. So you know as they say in the

song whatever. Now we've joined again here and there's so much has happened this week.

The last episode I know some of you were probably a little disappointed that there wasn't

a boring preetje part. Well this one's going to be largely all boring and preetje. So

I think you'll be righteously satisfied. But first let's start with the passing of a

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