So I’m a podcaster now. The craze that is taking over GenerationXers across the world has grabbed me in its ubiquitous talons. I will tell you the whole sordid tale so you may avoid the imminent danger and my suffering can take on some deeper meaning.
A few weeks ago I was Skyping with friends on a lonely Saturday night. My husband was out at one of his Texas Hold ’em poker tournaments and I was surfing. Got on a voice Skype with JoeC, or maybe Banannie first – it’s all a kool-aid induced haze- then we conferenced in Starman and others. Interesting and frank conversation followed. Minutes turned into hours. We were sitting around a virtual kitchen table gabbing about social media and what this all means.
We made a date for the next Saturday. Let’s face it, we’re all well out of the “hot date on a Saturday night” phase (and those Xers out there who are still in it to win it, good luck). Starman, a famous-in-his-niche experienced podcaster suggested we tape ourselves and podcast it.
I said, “Ummm, ok.”
Notice this as the dreaded International Cue of Doom (ICoD: whenever anyone innocently shrugs, ‘Ummm, Ok”, in any movie, story, tale, or fish yarn, you can cue the looming music. Things will start happening from this moment onward.)
So we made a date. Some didn’t show. Those of us who did had another great conversation about the things we were following in the past week. Starman recorded and edited, and voila! Podcast. Be warned that Seesmic and Twitter are the entry drugs; use all social media with caution. Don’t let this happen to you. You may have fun and begrudgingly learn something in the process.
Check out PushMyFollow.com or iTunes for the podcast (I’m proud to say my pottie mouth, my one figurative fist of rebellion against that which controls us all, got us an Explicit Rating).
Enjoy listening to my downfall. It will entertain you.