I'll admit it. I don't understand the appeal of podcasts. At all. Not even in the slightest. Zippo.
Update: Okay I tried one more. Lance Armstrong. Had the best hopes of winning me over because I'm a tour junkie. What am I greeted with? The bastard love child of that guy in the movie that made Howard Stern say "W eeennnNNNNNNN BC". Forget it. Who's got time for this shit?
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