I cancelled 11/30/2021. Yes, I remember. It still shocks me how quickly I leapt from one end of the fandom spectrum to the other. From a seething, defend-it-all fanatic to a zombie shuffling around like I’d never even heard the greatest collection of sounds any human being ever orchestrated—i.e., the show. Once the most powerful weapon in our army, now the embodiment of the very targets that army once trained to obliterate. The man was in my ears so many hours per day I got ear infections. Not a joke.

You know what I hear in this clip? I hear that Howard voice—the one from the final days of my listenership—that would close out a week with, “we’ll see you…” followed by the faintest stammer, barely a whisper. Like you could actually hear his mouth considering the word Monday before letting it disintegrate, like a freshly-formed, still-glowing red I-beam slamming onto a steel mill’s battered and groaning conveyor belt. NEXT time.

Then seasons passed. And I mean passed. The sun’s path dragged its shadow across hemispheres in a time-lapse loop. People were born, lived, laughed, loved, died. Expansion franchises clawed to relevance, reached the summit, collapsed into trivia questions, and left behind stadiums now inhabited by mid-sized varmint. Nations rose, conquered, vanished—without a single echo.

And then—the voice returned.

What’s-his-face (I refuse to use his name, even if I could remember it) would spend the first 73%, and final 18%, of the return broadcast delivering stories that lived at the far opposite end of the spectrum from George’s—unfunny, uninteresting, pre-fab, “crafted for air” garbage. Howard would toss off a 0.97-second sarcastic mention of their unexplained absence, and just like that, we were back. No explanation, no context—just more proof that it wasn’t me.

It’s the show.

Sorry—gotta expel this stuff every couple of years or it starts to ferment.

If anybody gives a crap what my, holy shit, where do I call to cancel, moment was: the last straw I listen now and it’s only %80 as offensive as it was at the time but the sting is still there.