Frogcasts: a blast from the past (read at your own risk)
Our family Thanksgivings always begin with The Gobbler, an audio file of turkeys gobbling that makes its way around the world via text message to wherever our loved ones are.
After that and some eggs benny, the GG was in his lair and I heard him playing frogcasts. I wanted to yell, “Don’t play those!!!” but I sucked it up and eventually I kind of got into the spirit of things and it actually ended up being fun. So, what the heck are frogcasts? They are when Froggy (in the pic) commandeers my computer and Garage Band and sings ribald little ditties or recites poetry or whatever.
With a bit of trepidation, I will post a link to the old frogcast page. If you dare to go there at all, and I won’t blame you if you don’t, don’t try to listen to all of them. You won’t understand them all. I don’t even understand them all, particularly “Mr. Security”, which features The Mean Old Grunchy Old Grinchy aka my loverly cuzzint and I was right there front and center in Radical Betty’s house at the time. She was my aunt and I think she is also in the frogcast. She was providing breakfast for the Grinchie and coffee for me.
My fave (if you dare to listen to one) is “Cloopin’ Gloppers”. It features a reading from Dr. Seuss’s book “Happy Birthday To You” that has always been a fave of mine.
At a minimum, if you navigate to the frogcast page, note the little “thermometers”. That is what The Commander called the thingies that play the frogcasts. (They don’t work very well in my current browser, like they don’t let me rewind.)
To end this, we are listening to music on our Home pod and we have no clue where it’s coming from. Nobody here is playing “Triangular Girl Stuck in a Round Tubular World”. I don’t think anyone here has ever heard of it before. Although some people are thinking that *I* might relate to BEING a triangular girl stuck in a round tubular world. I am processing that🤪