#jim robbie and the wanderers

[crowary]

tango + jim robbies

[tropinano]

List of As Many Fiction Podcasts As I Could Think Of

NOT ORGANIZED! This is a big list of fiction podcasts with no descriptions, meant for the sole purpose of picking one based on the title and just trying it out. Just a big ol' list of titles. Kindof like a blind date! Explore a couple of the ones that intrigue you and come back later for more.

The Hotel

The Night Post

I am in Eskew

Whisperling

Residents of Proserpina Park

The Daedalus Compound

EOS10

The Magnus Archives

Francis Forever

SMILE GROVE

Janus Descending

The Godfrey Audio Guide

Old Gods of Appalachia

Camp Here & There

The Way We Haunt Now

Jack of All Trades

SUPERSUITS

Illuminati Interns

Death by Dying

Life with Leo(h)

Hello from the Hallowoods

Malevolent

The 12:37

Spirit Box Radio

Lost Terminal

Desperado

Neighbourly

The Switchboard

The Mistholme Museum of Mystery, Morbidity and Mortality

Aurora Everlasting

The Swashbuckling Ladies Debate Society

CARAVAN

The Amelia Project

Jar of Rebuke

Monstrous Agonies

Where the Stars Fell

Kisses In The Dark

The Town Whispers

Uncommon Commons

The Author's Anathema

Elevator Pitch

Brimstone Valley Mall

Kane & Feels

Middle:Below

The McIlwraith Statements

Caledonian Gothic

I have seen Niagara

Petrified

In Darkness Vast

The Outside Tapes

Seren

Gather the Suspects

This Foul Earth

John from Home

Glasgow Ghost Stories

The Tower

The Antique Shop

either

Tales from Aletheian Society

The Secret of St Kilda

The Green Horizon

Road X

THE NOWHERE MALL

Seven of Hearts

The Department of Variance of Somewhere, Ohio

SubverCity Transmit

The Nuclear Solution

Inkwyrm

Jim Robbie and the Wanderers

Burst

With Caulk and Candles

This Planet Needs a Name

The Glass Appeal

Mar's Best Brisket

Nym's Nebulous Notions

Midnight Radio

The Bright Sessions

When Angels Visit Armadillo

The Mysterious Secrets of Uncle Bertie's Botanarium

Nowhere, On Air

Dark Ages

Welcome to Night Vale

The Silt Verses

Care & Feeding of Werewolves

The Bridge

The Far Meridian

ars PARADOXICA

Among the Stars and Bones

Counterbalance

Primordial Deep

Hannahpocalypse

Someone dies in this Elevator

Mabel

Seen and Not Heard

Abyss FM

Bodies in Space

Among the Stacks

Station Arcadia

Station Blue

Mnemosyne

Wolf 359

Tranthologies

Mx Bad Luck

SAYER

Limetown

What will be here?

Wake of Corrosion

The Pasithea Powder

SINKHOLE

Tell No Tales

The Vesta Clinic

Dreamboy

Georgie Romero is Done For

The Domestic Life of Anthony Todd

Alice isn't Dead

Stellar Firma

Unwell

The Strange Case of Starship Iris

The Heart of Ether

The Orbiting Human Circus

Wooden Overcoats

Greater Boston

Valence

Moonbase Theta Out

The Penumbra Podcast

Desert Skies

Deviser

Leaving Corvat

Red Valley

Back Again Back Again

Sidequesting

[realbigpodcastslut]

Lee's Podcast Master List (Current)

This is def incomplete and not all caught up anymore and I lost all the podcasts I have listened to. Do with that what you will. Bolded are podcasts I talk about the most.

Currently Listening To

The Silt Verses

Welcome to Night Vale (relisten)

Listened

Audio Dramas:

2298

36 Questions

A Scottish Podcast

Aftershocks

Alba Salix

The Alexandria Archives

Alice Isn't Dead

The Amelia Podcast

The Angel of the Vine

Archive 81

Arden

ars PARADOXICA

Attention Hellmart shoppers!

The Black Tapes

Blackwood

The Blood Crow Stories

The Bridge

The Bright Sessions

The Bubble

Brimstone Valley Mall

Charlie’s Mailbox

Dead Serious

Death by Dying

The Deep Vault

The Directive

Dreamboy

Drywater

The Elysium Project

Empty

EOS 10

The Far Meridian

Girl in Space

Greater Boston

Hadron Gospel Hour

Herbarium Podcast

Here be Dragons

Heroics

Hosts of Eden

I Am in Eskew

Inkwyrm

It Makes a Sound

Jim Robbie and the Wanders

Kakos Industries

Kevin’s Cryptids

King Falls AM

Lake Clarity

The Last Movie

Lesser Gods

Liberty

lif-e.af/ter / The Message

Limetown

The Lost Cat Podcast

LUCYD

Mable

Malevolent

The Magnus Archives

The Magnus Protocol

The Meat Blockade

Misadventure By Death

OAKPODCAST

Old Gods of Appalachia

Olive Hill

The Orbiting Human Circus 

Organism

Orphans

The Penumbra Podcast

Point Mystic

Qwerpline

RABBITS

Return Home

Rex Rivetter:  Private Eye

Rose Drive

Rover Red

SAYER

Scotch

Small Town Horror

Space Log

Spines

Star Tripper

Station to Station

Steal the Stars

The Strange Case of Starship Iris

Subject: Found

SubverCity Transmit

TANIS

Tales of THATTOWN

Testing Connection

Tides

Time:Bombs

Tribulation

Tunnels

Uncanny County

Under Pressure

Unwell

Video Palace

We Fix Space Junk

Welcome to Night Vale

What’s the Frequency

The White Vault

Within the Wires

Wolf 359

Wooden Overcoats

Zero Hours

Improv/Dnd:

Hello from the Magic Tavern (On ep 300-something I think?)

The Adventure Zone (Balance, Amnesty, Graduation)

Other:

The Folktale Project

Heme Review

Lore

My Brother My Brother and Me

This Podcast Will Kill You

The Topical (Onion)

To Listen To

Camp Here and there

Red Valley

WOE.BEGONE

Hello From the Hallowoods

Midnight Burger

Midnight Radio

Moonbase Theta, Out

The Godshead Incidental

Janus Decending

The Petrol Station

Cthulhu and Friends

The Mistholme Museum of Mystery, Morbidity and Mortality

Kakos (relisten)

Mabel (relisten)

Old Gods of Appalachia (relisten)

Palimpsest

Second Star to the Left

The Sheridan Tapes

Who Watches the Birdwatchers?

The Vesta Clinic

Spirit Box Radio

The Dead Letter Office of Somewhere, Ohio

Dead Man’s Notes

Life With Althaar

Middle:Below

The Pale

The Secret of St Kilda

Last updated: 6/25/2024

[hummingbird-of-light]

In Our Favor

Part 341

McCoy

“Where have all these people been hiding?”

Scotty was glancing around behind them as they walked up a street in the village. In front of them Eleanor walked with Francine, followed by David and Granddad.

McCoy gave a laugh. “That’s what that small wing off the chalet is; staff and security.”

Quite a number of security were following behind or walking in front of the group. Leah and Robbie were trailing off at the back and more security was behind them.

“Feels like a small army,” Scotty said quietly.

“It isn’t often the king and his heir go out walking on a public street,” McCoy shrugged.

“Suppose that’s fair,” Scotty agreed.

“Let’s pop in here,” McCoy suggested, nodding at a small shop next to them.

“Can we?” Scotty asked as he looked around.

“Of course.” McCoy glanced about. “Andre will probably keep an eye on us. See? Mother and Francine are going to that one up there.”

McCoy turned to get the door next to them for Scotty. A wonderful scent drifted out as he did.

“What?” the prince asked innocently as Scotty looked at him with an eyebrow raised. “We’re walking in the snow; of course hot chocolate and a treat is a good plan.”

“Of course,” Scotty chuckled and entered the small cafe.

A few eyes turned towards them as they entered, most with a look of recognition, then turned away again.

As McCoy and Scotty ordered the door opened again behind them and a hush went through the shop. McCoy looked back and saw Leah and Robbie had followed them.

“One moment,” he said to the person at the counter. He waved at his sister to hurry up. “Put your order with ours,” he told Leah.

“I’ll get some seats,” Scotty offered.

Soon the two couples were seated and steaming drinks sat in front of them.

“I nearly forgot about this place,” Leah said to McCoy. She looked around the cafe.

“Mother and Father would always stop here with us after we went skiing,” McCoy explained to the two Scott’s.

Leah huffed out a laugh. “We probably would have come in here last year, but for my ankle. I would have remembered then.”

McCoy saw Robbie lean towards Leah a slight bit. That broken ankle while snowboarding the previous winter had been the beginning of their relationship coming to light to the public. The picture of Robbie carrying Leah up the hill had spread quickly.

Perhaps it had been for the best; the pair no longer had to hide their love for each other.

McCoy smiled as he lifted his mug.

“We didn't really get to do much snowboarding,” he said. “We could try going again.” He looked at the other three to gauge their reactions.

Leah looked thoughtful, but Robbie had worry in his eyes.

“I don’t know,” Scotty began slowly.

“Robbie can ride in the ambulance this time,” McCoy tried to keep back a grin. “No one’ll bat an eye about that anymore.”

“Hey!” Leah said indignantly. “That was a freak accident. Who could have known there was a rock? I can still fly down the slopes better than you!”

McCoy began to laugh. Leah reached over and slapped at his shoulder playfully.

“I suppose I’d like to give it another try,” Scotty finally said. “But not today.”

“I’m up for whenever,” McCoy said. He leaned over and kissed Scotty’s temple. “I thought maybe when we got home we could send a few messages; see how everyone’s doing. How Jim’s surviving, how Christine and Roger are enjoying their first holidays not hiding from her parents.”

“I’d like to hear how Aporal’s visit is going too,” Scotty agreed with McCoy.

“What about you guys?” McCoy looked back at Leah.

She shrugged and looked at Robbie. “Don’t think we’ve thought about it yet. Just enjoying town so far.”

Part 342

Scotty

The family spent a pleasant day in the village before returning to the chalet in the late afternoon. Scotty had really enjoyed just wandering around the little stores and really getting to know the place, despite the amount of security that accompanied them.

His eyes had often wandered to his little brother and Leah, who had been walking hand in hand through the streets. He really wondered when Robbie was planning to propose to the princess. He couldn't help but smile at the thought. If Scotty was honest, he had always kind of expected Leah to be the one to initiate the move. She was so much more eccentric than the youngest Scott and she seemed more like the person to propose to. But it also filled Scotty with pride that Robbie had made the decision to take matters into his own hands. He just hoped that his brother wouldn't be bitterly disappointed.

"So, who are we writing to?"

When they arrived back at the chalet, Scotty and Leonard had retired to their room and taken out their PADDs.

"Best all of them, right? Will ye do one half and I'll do the other?"

They agreed who would write to whom and then set to work.

Scotty was eager to hear all the answers, but he was particularly interested in the question of how Aporal was doing at home. The last trip to Andoria had ended relatively well and the Scotsman was very hopeful that the Tallister family would be able to build on this success.

Aporal's reply was not long in coming. He seemed to be sitting at his PADD.

"Who wants something from you?" Leonard asked curiously. He was still writing a message to Eugene, but looked up from his PADD when he heard the beeping of Scotty's device.

"Aporal has written."

"That fast?"

Scotty just shrugged his shoulders before opening the message to read it.

"He writes that everything is fine so far. His grandmother is visiting and that obviously makes things easier."

Scotty could well understand that. Of all the Andorians they had met, Aporal had had the best relationship with his grandmother.

"I hope she makes sure that Aporal and his parents continue to talk," Leonard said and Scotty nodded.

"Aye, I hope so too."

They finished writing the last messages and then thought about how they could spend the rest of the time.

Leonard said that he wanted to read an interesting medical text and Scotty thought it was a good idea.

"I'm off to the bathroom and then I'll read one of my books too."

Scotty was just washing his hands when he heard his husband's call.

"I can already pick out a book for you!"

Scotty smiled softly and gratefully for a moment before he remembered what he had hidden in the bag with the books.

He rushed out of the bathroom as quickly as he could.

"Nae, nae. I can do it–"

But it was already too late.

Leonard was already at the bag and pulled something out of it.

"What the–"

[byneddiedingo]

John Lurie, Tom Waits, and Roberto Benigni in Down by Law (Jim Jarmusch, 1986)

Cast: Tom Waits, John Lurie, Roberto Benigni, Nicoletta Braschi, Ellen Barkin, Billie Neal, Rockets Redglare, Vernel Bagneris, Timothea, L.C. Drane, Joy N. Houck Jr. Screenplay: Jim Jarmusch. Cinematography: Robbie Müller. Production design: Janet Densmore. Film editing: Melody London. Music: John Lurie.

As he did with Memphis when he made Mystery Train (1989), Jim Jarmusch imagined the city and wrote his screenplay before he ever set foot in New Orleans, and the resulting film is a kind of fleshing out of his imagination. Jarmusch's New Orleans is a construct of legend and myth, then, not to be taken literally any more than one would a fairy tale -- which is what Jarmusch has called Down by Law.  He imagines New Orleans as a city of musicians, prostitutes, and tourists, and he casts his three central characters in the mode of each: Tom Waits as Zack, an out-of-work disc jockey; John Lurie as Jack, a small-time pimp; and Roberto Benigni as Roberto, or Bob, an Italian wandering the city to soak up American idiom, which he dutifully writes down in his notebook. But if Jarmusch's New Orleans is an imaginary construct, it is grounded in a kind of visual reality, provided at the film's beginning by Robby Müller's camera as it roams the streets of the city, which show the signs of decay. And the scenes that establish Zack and Jack are rooted in a sordid poverty, as Zack is kicked out of their apartment by his girlfriend, Laurette (Ellen Barkin), and Jack is lured into a trap in which he is arrested with an underage prostitute he has never met before. (Bob makes a kind of cameo appearance in a scene with Zack, thoroughly stoned and out on the street, who tells him to "buzz off" -- a phrase Bob records in his notebook.) After Zack is tricked into driving a car that has a body in the trunk, he joins Jack in the Orleans Parish Prison, where things look like they can't get any worse. But then Bob joins them in their cell, having been arrested for killing a man with a billiard ball in a pool hall fracas, and the film turns on a dime from a noirish study of the underclass into an off-beat comedy that, among other things, validated Benigni's Italian reputation as a comic genius. Here he's a catalyst, stirring Waits and Lurie into performances that raise their characters from sleazy to endearing. But the real star of the film for me is Müller, whose black-and-white cinematography also elevates the sordid into the beautiful. It becomes a film of textures, from the silken skin of a nude prostitute to the etched graffiti on a prison cell wall to the layer of duckweed on the surface of a bayou. In an interview, Müller has commented on how black-and-white has an effect of subtraction: Color gives you more information than you need, while black-and-white helps you concentrate on particulars. Down by Law has been criticized for its slowness, and Jarmusch certainly lets the tension slack a little, but even when there's nothing much going on, Müller's images keep the pulse of life steady.

[arianwells]

Putting it under read more and I probably missed quite a few, but I tried to put everything more or less in order :) I’m basically all the place, haha

Welcome to night vale

The adventure zone

Within the wires

Alice isn’t dead

The Bright Sessions

My brother My brother and Me

The orbiting Human Circus

Lore

The Strange Case of Starship Iris

The Penumbra Podcast

Under pressure

Congeria

The far Meridian

Friends at the table

The Magnus Archives

Pleasure town

Eos 10

Inkwyrm

Death by dying

Arden

The 12:37

Jim Robbie and the Wanderers

Dreamboy

SPINES

Caravan

The pilgrimmage saga

Rusty Quill Gaming

Enthusigasm

Mabel Podcast

Wooden Overcoats

Kane and Feels

The Milkman of St. Gaff’s

How it ends

Dice Shame

Old Gods of appalachia

The Silt Verses

Return Home

The White Vault

The Secret of St Kilda

The deca tapes

Inn Between

Dungeon and Daddies

The Pasithea Powder

Hello from the Hallowoods

What happened in Skinner

Skyjacks

Desperado

Neoscum

Trice Forgotten

Ain’t slayed nobody

Wake of corrosion

Believer: a paranormal mystery

Interference

Malevolent

The Pantaloon Society

Afflicted

Shrimps and Crits

The Tower

Circe Podcast

Clockwork Bird

Spirit Box radio

The department of variance

The antique shop

I don’t like Mondays podcast

The Magpies podcast

The vesta clinic.

The end :)

hello err fans of podcasts :3 im doing a project for school on fiction podcasts so..

if you could reblog this with all the podcasts you listened to in order (if you want to provide commentary as to why you went from one podcast to another (for example, the magnus archives to malevolent as a popular example->the eldritch horror) that'd be really useful! thanks :)

[officialjimrobbieandthewanderers]

A Tiny Update

I'm sharing a thread I posted on twitter here, in case it reaches anyone still following us. And of course it got posted wonky on twitter. I will never be good at social media. - Iri

We're still here. I know that can be hard to hear sometimes, with nothing to show for it. It's hard for us too. But we're making a concerted effort to make sure that the team has time for lives far outside the show, and time to care for themselves and loved ones.

Sometimes it feels like we're drifting farther from the things that we're wanting to do, but the core team is still here and still working on things that we love. We gotten older over the years, as one is going to do.

We have jobs that keep us occupied, people and obligations that take our time, and we want to take care of our health and our well being. Season 4 Episode 4 is still being worked on, and Episode 5 has some dust on it, but it's still being worked on.

We promise, we won't disappear, even our contingency plans have contingency plans. But before everything else, the well being of the team is what's important. We love you, we're still here.

[irialexander]

I’m working on the cover for Jim Robbie and the Wanderers Season 4. It’s been an interesting painting to work on, and I’m amazingly happy to be painting again. However, attempting to paint through sepia toned glasses is complicated.

[aspeccharactersoftheday]

Charlie from Jim Robbie and the Wanderers is aromantic asexual!

[crowary]

do not separate!!!

[poorlydescribedpodcasts]

Jim Robbie and the Wanderers

The campiest and coziest of all post-apocalyptic romps.

[anomalousresources]

Had a dream last night that discussions of Jim Robbie and the Wanderers were banned from one of the groups I’m a part of because the podcast had just disappeared and none of the old episodes could be found anywhere...a vision of the darkest timeline. Might need to go relisten to some of the good Charlie episodes to recuperate. 

[hummingbird-of-light]

In Our Favor

Part 135

McCoy

McCoy woke to gentle kisses down his face. Slowly opening his eyes he smiled as he looked at his husband. Soft Gaelic words greeted him and McCoy closed his eyes again happily as he said good morning.

“It’s early,” he murmured a moment later, peeking an eye back open to look at Scotty.

“The problems of jet lag,” Scotty laughed. “We’ll make do.”

A short while later found them up and dressed and headed for the kitchen following the scent of delicious things. Francine stood at a counter, dishes in front of her. She turned as she heard them.

“Oh good morning ye two!” she exclaimed, stopping her work to come hug them both. “I didn’t expect ye up yet! I’m not quite finished, but the kettle’s hot if ye want tea.”

“Sounds great,” McCoy said. He followed Scotty to the other counter as they prepared their cups.

“It’s all coffee at the academy,” McCoy said.

“Nae,” Scotty disagreed. “They just don’t have any tea out where ye can find it.”

“Ok,” McCoy conceded. “But it’s always better here.” He smiled as he dropped his sugar in.

“What do ye lads have planned today?” Francine asked. She looked over her shoulder with a smile.

“Nothing,” said Scotty.

“Whatever you want,” McCoy said.

“We’re all yours Mum.”

“First breakfast,” Francine said, bringing a dish to the kitchen table. “Then I want to hear all about the academy.” She returned to the counter. “How everyone is doing.”

“Of course,” McCoy said with a grin at Scotty. They finished preparing their cups and moved to the table.

“I’m nearly done; would ye go get Granddad please Monty?”

“Sure,” Scotty said. He left his tea on the table and left the room.

“How’s he doing?” Francine asked quietly as she brought the last breakfast dishes to the table.

“He’s doing great,” McCoy answered swiftly and proudly. “He knows more than a few of the instructors.”

Francine beamed at his words.

“I’m so glad to hear that! I always knew he’d do great things. All of you lads; I’m proud of all three of my lads.”

Warmth flooded McCoy at knowing he was counted in with Scotty and Robbie as Francine’s lads.

“Thank you,” he answered quietly as the sound of footsteps drew closer. A moment later Scotty entered behind Granddad and they sat down as well.

“How’s Jim doing since…,” Francine looked at Scotty knowingly.

Scotty looked over at McCoy and McCoy glanced back.

“It was better when the Hammersley left.”

“Good,” Francine said firmly. “Both those boys needed away from Frank. Winona Kirk should have paid more attention.”

“Can’t change the past dear,” Granddad said.

“Jim and Spock are always welcome, ye lads make sure they know that,” Francine told them.

“Yes Francine.” “Yes Mum.”

“Have seconds! There’s plenty,” Francine said. “I suppose ye’ll take the winter holidays to your home to celebrate ,” she said to McCoy.

“Maybe,” he began, “we can all celebrate on Georgiares for the winter holidays. I’ll talk with Mother about it soon.”

“That’d be lovely,” Francine said.

Part 136

Scotty

"How about ye lads relax for a bit while I go shop some groceries and when I get back, ye can help me bake some scones?" Francine asked after breakfast and Scotty exchanged a glance with Leonard.

"That sounds like a great plan. But we could also come with you and help carry the bags," Leonard offered with a gentle smile. Always the gentleman prince. However, another voice had a different idea.

"Or ye could help me in the garden. The plants need water and we also need to plant a few new bushes."

All eyes wandered to Granddad who was already getting up from the kitchen table, looking ready to get to work.

"Aye, of course. Anything ye need, a sheanair."

Scotty knew that his grandfather wasn't the youngest lad anymore and from time to time he needed help.

Half an hour later, Scotty and Leonard had changed into clothes that were allowed to get dirty and were standing in the garden.

The sun was shining bright above their heads and it was already quite warm for that time of the day.

"Can't believe that Scotland is warmer than San Francisco at this time of the year," Leonard chuckled, looking up at the sky.

Scotty shrugged his shoulders.

"Aye, well, it always depends on the direction the wind is blowing. Cannae know if it won't be cooler later on."

A sigh escaped Leonard at hearing that.

"And I already had my hopes up."

"Oh, poor Lenny," Scotty said, pretending to sulk with pity, before he grinned and pressed his lips onto Leonard's. The prince leaned into the kiss.

"Oi! Less kissing, more working!"

Quickly, Scotty pulled his head back and the couple looked over at Alasdair who was already holding a spade in his hand. Even though his words had sounded quite serious, there was a smirk on the old man's face.

"Aye, aye, sir!" Scotty retorted, saluting. Leonard only laughed next to him and soon enough they got to work.

"Thank ye so much for helping Alasdair, lads. I would have done it myself, but I cannae find the time with work. I'm so glad I got the weekend off to spend it with ye," Francine said gratefully while they were sitting in the kitchen, preparing everything for the scones.

"Sure thing, Francine. It was nice to spend some time outside and to do some physical work. At the academy we only use our heads most of the time. So a change is quite nice," Leonard said with a genuine smile on his face.

Francine chuckled softly.

"I can believe that. But I'm quite sure that it won't take too long until ye can get yer hands on patients... and machines." She looked from one boy to the other.

"I already have some engineering projects I'm working on," Scotty exclaimed, proudly puffing his chest.

"Oh, I'm sure ye do. Ye always had, after all. My wee genius." Francine reached over the table and ruffled Scotty's hair.

"A mhàthair!"

"Oh, don't pout. I'm just so proud of ye."

"And so am I," Leonard said, also raising his hand to ruffle his husband's hair, but the Scotsman was faster and pulled it away.

"Stop touching my hair, will ye? I don't want any dough in it!"

They all laughed and soon enough the dough was ready to get baked.

[transenbyhollis]

Hey so I never posted this picture of me, meeting iri Alexander, whose character Nico I was cosplaying. They are cosplaying tango and carrying Jim Robbie

Also I just noticed right above us is a bathroom sign saying women which is. Ironic lmao

[greaterblogston]

Maria Rotelli, a Masters in Journalism student at Emerson College, made her thesis statement all about queer representation in audio drama. She interviewed Alexander and myself, along with the amazing creators of shows like @thebrightsessions, @thepenumbrapodcast, @officialjimrobbieandthewanderers, @returnhomepodcast, @s2s-podcast and more. We figured you might be interested in listening, so here it is!

[dorkpool1701-blog]

Me, listening to the Bright Sessions: Hey, this is a great series. And this Sam character is fun. She’s voiced by someone named Lauren Shippen, apparently.

Me, listening to Wolf 359: Wait, is that Lauren Shippen? 

Me, listening to the Penumbra Podcast: Oh, it’s Lauren Shippen again.

Me, listening to ars Paradoxica: Hey, it’s Lauren Shippen again. Guess she’s here too -nervous laugh- 

Me, listening to Jim Robbie and the Wanderers: Wait, she’s here too? Where is she not?

Me, listening to Fall of the House of Sunshine: THERE’S NO ESCAPE FROM LAUREN SHIPPEN. LAUREN SHIPPEN IS EVERYWHERE. LAUREN SHIPPEN IS ALL. ALL KNEEL BEFORE LAUREN SHIPPEN.