PODCAST: Hot Tears of Shame 3000 with Patrick Macias and Matt Alt
It’s X85X A.D., a time of new galactic frontiers, astounding technology, and terrifying evil. Discovering a new universe means unleashing a new relentless enemy: Alphabet Drake and the tyrannical armies of the Government of Darkness! To save themselves, the people of Earth must fight back with the best they’ve got and that means the Otackers: the mightiest crime-fighting team ever to probe the cold depths of space. With a cast of cyborgs, androids, and giant robots as well as very human heroes and villains, it’s an adventure you won’t want to miss!
Discussion topics include:
Matt's TV work
Matt's new book-in-progress
Patrick's webcomics: HYPERSONIC music club, Paranoia Girls, and PARK Harajuku: Crisis Team!
We ask that you don’t scare the children (what few there are left) with stories or even warnings about the Evil Producer, the disembodied black entity that trumps all others in the circus of Taishomei cash grab who devours you whole but can never be satisfied, taking hotel room money bath in whatever is left of you after. Stories there are so many, and yet he was real once, circling the block after dark on a Monday night after the rain, gas stations and Gusto, even the Royal Host himself feeling hermetic.
A few fighter pilots from pizza delivery roll into action as rocket powered scooters tip off the curb and into slickened street. Passing houses, apartments, mansions, maisons, hovels there are no names for, only flags of demarcation in the form of laundry hung outside, never taken back in. How easy it would be to punch in this window and grab the handle inside, or to simply knock on a door he finds one that opens; screaming crashing chaos just mere musculature away. He's here. Have fun.
We roll around and tumble inside of Shinjuku station, the earthquake going strong for 30 weeks beneath our feet now. Lights out, probably never going back on so we sneak around looking for lost tickets and recharging stations, exit and entrance gates, on our hands and knees. Pulls fast hard slow and sideways motion. An old man in bucket hat slides around on the floor, an angry turtle on its back, mumbling to himself with much annoyance, clicking noises coming out of the corners of his mouth. Arms and legs poke out of broken debris. Station agents have stacked them into piles and traffic cones on their sides become protective barriers. The trains keep running, but the schedules are very unreliable now. The tracks have to be adjusted and maintained down in the dark without any source of illumination left. They could get the power back on, but then the trains would stop, so this is still the best way to go. Survivors say that taxi cabs running somewhere above us, but it is hard to find an exit because of the intensity of the darkness. More screams echo where the bakery used to be; adult and child, but coming with less frequency now. I think we’re all starting to get used to it down here.