by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner
Before I begin, let me stress that I’m a nobody in the middle of nowhere. I’m just a dude with an opinion and a website that no one reads. And it’s because no one reads this blog — in real terms — that I feel comfortable ranting about something really dumb.
I am not invested in the Vergcast podcast. It’s just a relatively unserious podcast that I listen to every once in a while when I want really long hot takes on gadgets I can’t afford and or would never buy.
The latest episode of the Vergcast took the cake, though. In it, one of the usual hosts talked to his summer replacements for his looming paternity leave. Good God were is replacements irritating as fuck.
When they weren’t laughing nervously at everything going on, they spoke like infants about how their brain couldn’t process this or that concept or how the world would be better if it ran of of Dragon Ball Z technology, of all things.
The fact that those dipshits have a cool job like podcast host and I don’t is definitely enough to give me pause for thought. Where did everything go wrong? The guy’s replacements were the most unserious idiots I’ve heard in a long, long time.
All they wanted to talk about was the social anxiety and how lazy they were.
We need a war. We need something to force people to get over themselves and maybe take life a little bit more seriously. And, yet, I know — I KNOW — I sound like an old and angry, grouchy coot. And maybe I am. I’m envious. I want that job and I know I could do a bitter job than those dimwits.
Anyway. Thankfully, no one reads this blog so I don’t have to worry about the producers of the Vergcast reading this and getting mad at me.
