What the frank.

Frank, dropped it again. Gosh darn the blankety-heck. What the bacon-and-eggs is the matter with this motor-trucking washing machine? Cheese and crackers!

Oh, yeah... it's that time of the week again. Time for all of you out there in cyberspace to peek inside the mad vortex of Big Green's life here at the abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill. Sorry about all of that salty language a moment ago. Our clothes washing device (enormously handy invention) is no longer operating properly, causing frustration, even something akin to anger and resentment. Strange, we humans. I do hope my outburst didn't cause you any consternation. If needed, counseling is available on Big Green's counseling page.

Okay, so... as you can see, I have been remanded to sensitivity training. I'm having to edit my language (What the frank! Who in hades do these rubber chuckers think they are?) and regularly evince concern over the effect my words and actions may be having on those who experience them. You see, ever since Matt and I started our podcast, THIS IS BIG GREEN (the April episode has just been posted, btw ), we've had to be a bit more mindful of the things that fall randomly out of our mouths when a microphone is placed in front of us. I, for one, have said some hurtful things ... things I have had cause to regret. Oh, yes ... words that hurt.

What precisely? Well.... listen to the March podcast and you'll get an idea. For instance, typically we pay our respects to fallen celebrities. Last month it was Davy Jones of the Monkees and Andrew Breitbart of the Interwebs. As Matt pointed out on the air, I was a little less than sufficiently solemn about our remembrance. (I believe I went so far as to suggest Davy may have been taken by primate poachers, which was wrong ... just wrong.) This month's episode is no improvement, and I'm sure I'll be apologizing when May rolls around. Thank god this isn't a weekly show! I've already said things I regret since posting it. There isn't enough sensitivity training in the universe for the likes of me.

Fortunately, we have Marvin (my personal robot assistant) to monitor our transgressions. It takes a robot, they say. Or a village. Same deal.

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