According to my Memories, one year ago today I started The Carla Gericke Show!
The what, you say? Exactly! PLEASE become a follower on Odysee, where I’d like to make my home-base, but only if y’all help… surely I can get more than 98 followers?
In the past 12 months, on top of the weekly show, Manch Talk, that I do with Tammy, I have published 36 episodes of TCGS (I’m counting tomorrow’s). That seems like… more than I expected and maybe less than I should have?
Idk, I genuinely struggle with the conceit, in the literal sense of the word, of doing something like this. I was taught to be seen and not heard and that pursuing attention was vain. This is the inner battle I have to overcome every time I put myself on camera. Some weeks, I win… apparently about 70% of the time!
In addition, producing a show in a home studio is a lot of technical crap for someone who has no interest in such things. I am very grateful to Louis Calitz for editing help, and Masha for cutting clips.
Not all the episodes are scratch, meaning some are “cheats”– interviews with other thought leaders and podcasters, but I feel pretty good about sticking-to-it-ish.
I still haven’t implemented many of my ideas, mostly because they’re a jumble in my notebooks, but instead of chastising myself, I just started a section in Workflowy, which I have been meaning to do for months anyway. So: identified a problem and came up with a solution, WTG!
Weirdly, my most popular episode on YT was this one, where I speculate about whether Bob Saget was murdered:
Learn how to say my name right and hear my “Coming to America” story in the inaugural episode and please, FOLLOW ME on all the platforms (see this pinned post on my wall).
A SPECIAL THANK YOU to all my loyal friends and followers! If you have feedback, let me know in the comments below–things you might want to see… maybe more pop culture reviews about books and shows? Jokes? More guests? More me with different formats on different days? Holler at me.
. Around 5pm, a black truck peeled into the parking lot and a man jumped out with a stack of pizza boxes.All ham and bacon related.On the top box was written: “A porky special from your friends at the Weare PD.”Now say what you will about their arresting, lying, cheating, stealing, threatening, Thin Blue selves– all obviously piggish sentiments–you have to admit, it was a solid move.Everyone else ate the pizza. I did not.