Show #089: Farmer Brown’s Cheese-aging Pocket

The eightyth-ninthsrtsd episode of our podcast, Paul and Storm Talk About Some Stuff for Five to Ten Minutes (On Average), is now online.

This week’s episode: Storm is sick and Paul is recently-sick, and we both lament our situation; cat scratch fever; the return of “Sickey Mickey” and other home cures; sugared cereals and Paul’s exercise routine; Italian ninjas and the Devil’s Bargain of their glass knives; choosing your own death; debating the purpose of one’s life flashing before one’s eyes upon imminent death; “Bewitched” and time-traveling Founding Fathers; and we tease a cool thing for next week.

AUDIENCE PARTICIPATION ALERT: Do you have any special “cures” or “routines” you engage in when you’re sick? Also, what would be a great way to die? And what memory or memories might restart your brain if you needed to?

Post-show song: “It’s Good to Have Jayne on Your Side” – Marian Call

Show #089: Farmer Brown’s Cheese-aging Pocket



  1. Chris
    Posted July 3, 2010 at 3:00 pm | Permalink

    The best way to die is in one of those chambers that they use on divers who get the bends. If you go in one without the proper breathing equipment you will slip in to a state of delirium and fall asleep without a care in the world, just don’t plan on waking up again.

  2. Posted July 4, 2010 at 1:25 am | Permalink

    I had the experience of my life flashing before my eyes, but I was 12 so there wasn’t much to it.
    My cure for being sick is fasting. I don’t usually feel like eating anyway.
    I haven’t tried it, but I think maybe a great way to die might be a heroin overdose. I hear heroin feels great! Take a bunch of heroin and go skydiving and forget to open the chute. Yeah.

    Paul, did you not get permission to tell the embarrassing story about someone in your family from the Weird Al show, or did you forget to mention it?

  3. The Poorman
    Posted July 4, 2010 at 5:25 pm | Permalink

    Gotta say, just like in those army movies, where the badass is gunning down a hundred guys on some sort of drug, and is blowing up tanks and shit, feeling like the biggest badass in the world, and goes down in a blaze of glory…yeaaah.

  4. Posted July 5, 2010 at 2:03 pm | Permalink

    We were also not allowed sugared cereals when we were children. My mom’s criteria was “if it has a cartoon character on the box, we don’t buy it.”

    So I never EVER tasted the reported deliciousness that was Count Chocula.

    (Also: it took my sister and I about a year to convince my mom that the Honey Nut Cheerios bee was not a real cartoon character. Eventually we won her over and were able to add Honey Nut Cheerios to our lineup of Regular Cheerios, Wheaties, Grape Nuts, and Post Toasties.)

  5. KieranC
    Posted July 5, 2010 at 5:19 pm | Permalink

    I’m british so we didn’t have any of your CRAZY american cereals, though, once on holiday i did have fruitloops. Too be frank, i was kinda disappointed. The colours made me think they’re were going to taste like happiness and rainbows. But… We have cheerios, and i have this weird thing with actual liquid milk, and my refusal of it, so i have totally dry cereal. =D Cheerios don’t taste that bad. Honey nut cheerios are pretty damn awesome.

    Illness… i can’t really comment, i’ve always had a pretty good immune system… I say it’s my reluctancy to take ANY medicines. And… i’m going to stick with it… but i’ve been getting sick lately. I think from stress… i just have a cup of coffee, and unwind with some music.

    And a good way to die… I don’t know… I did once have this vision of being decapitated by a guitar string… atleast then i could die doing what i love, but meh anything quick and Emo-tastically dramatic is okay i guess, Though, if they were still standing, i would’ve loved to jump off one of the twin towers listening to some soothing music… Sorry this has turned into quite a rant.

  6. KieranC
    Posted July 5, 2010 at 5:21 pm | Permalink

    Oh shoot, i forgot, memories that might restart my braaaiiinsss….
    Mine would mainly be music based… or smell based…
    Buckethead – Spell of the Gypsies maybe…
    and gingerbread.

  7. Posted July 6, 2010 at 2:33 pm | Permalink

    My childhood home was also a bastion of healthy snacks, but had the opposite result on me. I ate a bowl of plain Cheerios every day for at least half my life–voluntarily! Only reason I don’t still eat them is because I try to avoid the corporate food giants.

    In all seriousness, I hope I die saving someone else’s life.

  8. Moira
    Posted July 6, 2010 at 4:19 pm | Permalink

    When I have a cold, ice cold Coca-cola does wonders for my sore throat. Mind you, this is Canadian coke. In a can (it must be in a can).

    The best way to die would be by jumping out of a plane or something sufficiently high. Because I like to jump off cliffs already, and in theory, I’d be jumping because there was no other choice or I was going to die anyway. Falling through the air is such a lovely feeling. I just prefer to have a nice, wide-open, natural canyon pool to catch me, is all.

    At which point I curse the glacier-fed water, but that’s another story.

  9. Moira
    Posted July 6, 2010 at 4:21 pm | Permalink

    Actually, the sensation of cold water would probably also serve to re-boot my brain. I’ve been jumping since I was eight.

  10. Attempted Co-Overlord Abrogation Minion
    Posted July 7, 2010 at 12:26 am | Permalink

    Two of the topics resonate together for me: “Bewitched” and death. The connection is that the first inklings of getting my head around the possibility of personal death in the no-afterlife, full-on oblivion sense came from imagining what it would feel like to be Larry Tate if Samantha froze him like she always did, and then nobody ever broke the spell…

    Jeannie’s mom certainly wasn’t a regular like Endora, but she did show up three times. The first time she was played by Florence Sundstrom, the other two by Barbara Eden herself. There was also an episode where Jeannie blinked a couple fake parents into existence – and put them in a house right across the street. Everybody Loves Master?

  11. Attempted Co-Overlord Abrogation Minion
    Posted July 7, 2010 at 12:27 am | Permalink

    (Said inklings began around second grade, FWIW)

  12. Robin (the Mini-Minion)
    Posted July 7, 2010 at 11:25 am | Permalink

    I don’t get sick very often, but when I do my “cure” is usually just sleeping a lot and drinking fluids. Well, unless you count colds. Those I just try to ignore until they go away. 🙂

    My “brain boot disc” would have to include freshly mowed grass, roasting chicken, the smell of the ocean in Maine, and the theme songs to my favorite TV shows.

    I love all cheeses. For snacking I particularly enjoy fresh mozerella, or gorgonzola topped with fig jam. For sammiches, either munster or provolone, depending on the other fillings. Best Christmas present of recent years was when a fellow foodie gave me the Cheese of the Month Club for a whole year. 🙂

  13. Spleeny
    Posted July 8, 2010 at 2:45 am | Permalink

    I’m just getting over the flu and my cure – just like it has been the last couple times I’ve had it – was plenty of fluids, plenty of sleep, plenty of Mythbusters, and lots of whining. Really, I think the whining made the difference each time. At least it helped me pass the time, and time made the difference. Whatever.

    As for the great way to die, it’s probably going to have to be being suddenly eaten by a large animal. Great white shark, T-Rex, something like that with big huge teeth that will end things quickly. I’m not a fan of the violence or gore of such a death so much as it would be a kind of badass story for my family to tell. “We were swimming in Lake Michigan and out of nowhere, BOOM, Jaws. How did a great white even get to Chicago?” Or better yet, “… and that’s how we found out dinosaurs were alive in Chicago.”

  14. Paul Minturn
    Posted July 12, 2010 at 12:14 am | Permalink

    and i thought I was the only one who used the phrase “Million Pound Shithammer”!

  15. Paul and Storm
    Posted July 12, 2010 at 12:38 am | Permalink

    The first time I saw the phrase was in a book by Hunter S. Thompson, though I don’t know if he originated it.


  16. Posted August 6, 2010 at 6:13 pm | Permalink

    Storm, the whole time you were snuffling during this podcast I was picturing Adam Savage and the booger rig that Jamie rigged up for the Mythbusters episode about the epidemiology of the common cold. Eeeeee-yuck!

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