Well well well...
It's All My Fault v4, aptly named:
DoUhave.aPoint?
is finally here!
The nonexistent anticipatory crowds should now pretend to claim how fulfilling this v4 reboot feels compared to last month's v3 reimagining.
Given that a sequential-time-linear-progression exists from 3 to 4, I guess I could fill this space with a combination of compelling words that, given reactions to v4 thus far, might need to check their definition of the word compelling...
Or, I could use these other words instead.
Regardless, with this mental mud flowing freely I decided to fill an hour of recorded time because... um... I had nothing better to do?
No no no... not exactly. I was avoiding doing a different, disgusting-flithy,-where's-my-P.P.E.???-task so... similar, but not the same.
I do fill this hour with spoken words, for the most part. But silence too. Stunned silence actually. Which is the best kind of course.
Well sort of. Except when you're making a recording of yourself talking to yourself. In that situation one should avoid stunned silence. Live and learn.
Amirite? Yep. Probably.
And so these are the words that ultimately filled up this space... huh...? Fascinating.
Well, kind of...
DoUhave.aPoint?
Episode 1 of 53
