. . . sort of.
A while back I promised a new feature here at BWR — a webcast. Well, the first installment is complete (if by “complete” one means it has a beginning; a big fat, mess of a middle; and something that feels like an end.) But first, a disclaimer storm . . .
The audio on this effort stinks with a true and mighty stench-osity. It suffers from multiple ailments, including, the fact that my home office is a high-ceilinged echo chamber; I don’t know how to use the microphone I bought; and allergies are making my voice sound like Harvey Firestein without the gay lisp.
It runs 16 minutes. Keep your expectations low. Either these will get better or I’ll stop doing them.