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Wow, we finally are getting this one out...it’s an xmas miracle #053

“Ok ladies, here’s your bunk, you’ll have to share and double up of course, but you’re both tiny enough, so it should be fine, I am giving you 2 little ones an extra blanket as well, it gets deathly cold and it’s only gonna get colder the closer we get!”
The 2 curious little girls have not stopped staring at Genna, her sharp profile seems to cut through the world like a shark’s fin sleekly sliding through murky seas, an aura of coiled steel ready to spring, a spectacularly dreadful sense of everpresent suspense. Genna’s attention always seems focused on the tasks to come so the 2 little girls don’t feel rude for staring.
‘what are we getting closer to?’
“Ahhhhh, good, you’re curious, that’s good, we’ll use that. Now no time for questions, go find Jessie, she’ll bring you up to speed as far as what you will be contributing as part of the crew. Oh and one last thing, from this point on, make sure to never stare directly into the sea.”
‘oh, why?’
“Off now, no time for stories, lots of work to get done before all’s said and done, go find Jessie, you 2 need to get to work already!”

52 episodes and we’re still clipping audio! also our worst cut! #hackjob #052

The 2 brave and newly shy girls embark upon mystery and fortune as they quickly shuffle up a swaying and rotting gangplank towards a swaying and rotting deck. The scene is instantly overwhelming, fumes waft thick as thick smoke stings eyes to tears as thick and ominous silence crushes the moment to observance, the crew, both grotesque and fringe, attend to their tasks like clockwork things with flinty glint shining glinty flint from deep and watching eyes, eyes watching the 2 little girls’ every move.
“Hello, you must be new, I’m Genna. Welcome to the ‘’old Forgotten’’”
‘...that is a sad name’
‘...for a ship’
“Yes, sad, proud, lost, fringe, sincere, purposed, extra, all these things can be powerful in the right context, and we employ all of this, we are all about context here! We fly the fringe girls! Are you up for the task?!?”
Genna is steely eyed and has a certain glint to the sharpness of her sharpest tooth and regal, bold aquiline nose that assures the 2 girls that she is all at once a woman, human, confident, awkward, eye-patched, fierce and serenely sweet.
‘we were told you could tell us where to put our stuff’
“Oh yes, follow me.”

So it takes you 3 weeks to get an episode up now? #051

On a bright, sunny bright day the 2 little girls bravely head down to the docks, briny air sharp in every breath, the quick cold of the ported sea’s bitter breath brings a sharpness to their eyes and a rosy blush to their cheeks. They spend the morning and hot afternoon seeking a ship headed to a certain misty, humid and palmy island. No one has heard of any such ship, but as the sun begins to dip well past half and the salty coolness begins to seep into the corners and shadows the 2 little girls happen upon an old, weathered and well sailed ship, a strange and dreadful crew silently readying it for departure. Hand in hand the 2 little girls bravely walk towards a tall and severe woman in captain’s hat and jacket. The woman towers as she turns towards them, looks them up and down, squints hard into their eyes for a dreadfully long moment too long, spits on the ground and says, “Find Genna, she’ll show you where you can put your stuff and where you’ll be sleeping. Then find Jessie, she’ll show you what’s expected.”

we finally geek out about #dino...oh and of course #lin...and #piersanthony...#aaaaaaaaannnndwerelosers #050

It starts innocently enough, the 2 little girls love a good and old tavern of smoke and haze, smoke and salty meat, smoke and warmth against a pounding and merciless cold just outside. This one happens to be populated by old and gnarled folk of the sea, weathered jerks who have won for good, but in mean and ruthless ways, these are those who never waited and were never lied too twice, wasted all on cause and even in some long forgotten ago once won that which was lost. A most lost, loyal and lonely folk they are, feeling forgotten and lost, yet still they strive for impossible, still they scream cause and togetherness and fair and inevitable. It is a special kind of beautiful and musky loneliness together. After much warmth and much talk these severe and truthful folk convince the 2 strong, brave girls to fare their fates at sea against impossible odds, to win a thing impossibly won, a thing they only impossibly dream of themselves, a thing well beyond space, star and sea. Obviously the 2 girls are impossibly intrigued. Obviously the 2 girls embark on this ridiculous adventure. Obviously grand and morbid stories ensue.

we cut out a lot...and we still talk about Lin Manual Miranda’s musicals A LOT! #049

And while the 2 confident little girls were considered quite special and quite daring, there was a most strong and daring gal in a far away land who was proudly lauded by all important people as the MOST special of all gals. And oh boy was she, she could lift heavier things than anyone in town, she had moved a river once and she had stood up and defeated a mighty daemon of miss report all by herself. The 2 little girls were quite transfixed by this brave gal. They excitedly stalked her haunts with the hope of “bumping” into her. They meet in a “chance” moment. Their eyes glint brightly at the sight of one another.
‘you are quite brave and quite most’
“you 2 are quite daring and quite most”
‘thank you’
‘that is quite sweet of you to mention’
“i don’t know if youre too busy, but, would you like to share a cup of cold star ether and a plate of warm biscuits?”
‘that sounds most lovely’
‘most lovely indeed’
And so 3 strong gals share a cup and quite a moment together.

maybe our roughest yet, we’re sick...we complain about healthcare #048

‘it is time for a vacation’
‘ok’
And so the 2 confident, little girls go on vacation. They go to a sunny and relaxed place of palms, and coconuts, and sweet everything wrapped in a cutie little leaf. But there are small whispers by embered bon fire late into the night, shaky whispers of a beautiful Cave of Death on the far side of the island. The stories hint of grim and unfortunate outcomes, but the 2 little girls get glinty eye thinking about it. In the dead of night they decide to find this cave of mystery. Under full moonlight they trek in search of, and they skip, and they struggle, and they hop, and they slip and scrap, and they laugh, and they stop and wonder and smile. They find and expertly navigate a dangerous path to a beautiful cove where sits a hallowed cave. As the mermaids sing their celestial airs to the starry winds, beautifully purring above the minty and luminescently subtle waves of the surrounding lagoon the 2 little girls can only awe at the beauty of a hard won moment.

yes we’ve dated real people, yes really #047

There is a winding, narrow path through the woods outside the town where the 2 confident, little girls live. As the evening cools and the lighty bugs buzz, buzz, buzz in glowly haze the townsfolk wind down the bys and ways of the mossy woods. But there is one spot that all the townsfolk rush past, silently ignoring the ugly, little gnarled mushroom growing wartily beside a rotting oak. A sad, sickly scent haunts the scene as townsfolk skirt by, eyes unfocused, conversations forgotten. The 2 little girls laugh and giggle on all their happy walks through the woods, so they make sure to always stop and notice some new spot along the way. Today they stop beside a cute, little gnarled mushroom who is quietly sobbing to itself.
‘what’s wrong little guy?’
“huh?”
‘why are you crying cutie?’
“are you talking to me?”
‘of course, you’re crying right?’
“yes...everyone just runs past me...they hate me...”
‘that’s so sad, they are probably just scared of something different’
‘but it’s only because they forget that sometimes different is special’
“really? am I special?”
‘i don’t know?’
‘can you do anything special?’
“sometimes I sing about all the things I feel and see when the moon is full and the stars are wild”
‘will you sing for us?’
“you want to hear me?”
‘of course cutie’
As the moon rises, and the haze deepens more and more townsfolk stop to hear the cute, little gnarled mushroom’s beautiful and haunting song.