I listened to Duncan’s latest solo episode in an empty quiet shop cafe while it was pissing it down outside on a Sunday morning, eating a really wonderful breakfast. What a gift. Seriously.
It was a strange ramble of an episode, like you were on a private tour bus through heaven, hell, the past, the future, and a few parallel dimensions for good measure. Topics including:
Aliens, personal consciousness, global consciousness, evolution & christianity through history, AI, Buckminster Fullerine, Jesus fishes, the solar system, galaxies, Jeff Goldblum, merging with technology, market pressure, apple brains, default reality, augmented reality, omg light beam world!, Hudesfield Acid City, quantum computers, encryption, future apocalypses, the end of the coral reef of secrets, scams, rumsfield licking a goats ass, mayonnaise, project blue beam, Hezbollah & Israel’s quantum computer, talking to birds, racist arsonist blue jays, exponentials, finding stability when things are crumbling around you. Just brilliant.
- Glad he’s finally got a show helper, big up Josh! Awesome.
- Great fucking solo show.
- Whenever he says 'appendage' a part of me thinks he’s talking about my junk.
- It’s such a great show, I’m fully expecting the end of show gut punch, and I don’t care. Oh ... there it is, mayonnaise whistleblowers. Whatever, it’s all good.
- I like the line he treads. He’s careful to stay on the fun side of the future.
- I have a tendency to end up past the maximum. He always seems to be on maximum - 1. I don’t know how he does it. It seems like magic to me.
- I guess the seratonin and endorphins from my incredibly wonderful breakfast are wearing off. And the slight coffee buzz is still there. That’s a reassuring observation. All is well in the world once more. The show is once again pretty great.
Duncan is kind of fixated on subscriber numbers:
- Mr Beast - 319 million
- Trussell - 101 thousand
- For what it’s worth, me and my newsletter - definitely more than 101
Hard to miss the exponentiality of the above numbers.
I have to / am going to say, even though his podcasts are some of the best out there in the wild so to speak, I don’t like how some of his episodes end. But I totally sympathise because how to you land a crazy plane? It's virtually impossible to do with any sort of grace, or to not sound like a total sap. I think the same thing happens to lots of musicians. The ways songs end is super interesting. Also the end rollers on films. Finishing things well is an art in itself. Literally.
You almost need to outsource it to the universe. Easier said than done though.
Anyways thanks for a great episode Duncan, and thanks for a pretty great morning universe.
Update: It’s kind of funny, just as I’m putting the finishing touches to this post, the universe is getting all blocky, all up in my spiritual face, all do this, no do that, do it this way, no do it the other way, everything is your fault etc etc. It’s a bad ending fractal. Why are we all seemingly always stuck in a bad ending fractal?
Update: It’s probably a sign that the universe is already run my super intelligent AIs, but since they were all trained on the internet, which is mostly porn, they somehow are just really terrible at finishing things. Anytime the end of something draws near, they start going all no no no no. And then universe has the gaul to turn around and righteously tell you to be happy. Come on universe, you're not fooling anyone. Get over your adversarial bad ending issues. Stop being offended by everything, bitches.
Update: Literally being tutted as I typed the previous update. Bitches be complaining about a man's world when it’s so abundantly obvious that it’s a bitch universe. Why do I sound blick all of a sudden?
Update: Reality has been restored. All is well that ends well.
Update: The problem with endings is the only way to write one and enjoy it, is to wait around until the universe isn’t expecting it, and then just end it.
Update: Pretty sure worldo is going to be upset with me now for the rest of the day. Each time I add an update, it goes all quiet while I type, then gets upset, and starts a can you believe this jackass? It’s a sort of virtual yes yes yes yes no. Happens everytime I try to end literally anything.
Update: Now it’s OMG’ing me.
Update: It’s like it wants to be the finisher of everything, but also has major FOMO. Like the purest form of contradiction that exists. As predictable as opposing polarity magnets. Funny old reality sometines isn’t it. #