Broadcast Yeti!

The hardest part of getting any Yeti-Based broadcasting off the ground is, of course, the Yeti.

When you want to cover serious material, the Boston Bombing, Global Warming, or the IRS Tax Exemption Scandal. Yeti just wants to beat his chest and sing the song of his people, but be in the mood for a lighter subject, like the new Star Trek or Spider Man film, and Sasquatch is suddenly beside himself over being among the last of an endangered species, misunderstood as a "monster" and gassy from last night's Taco el Burro visit

So you never know what he's gonna say on the air. Fortunately, with Podcasting, you don't have to worry that he's going to drop "the F-bomb", it's just that you have to remember that when he gets on a hot button topic, like gay marriage or "where's fish?" you're gonna get an angry cacophony of "Gnobbbbb Agggrarrrrhr!" roughly translates as, "I can't work under these deplorable conditions.".

Sorry, big guy,  but I'm already wearing two layers of socks, long-johns and a bomber jacket with the thermostat set at -29.

"Balls still sweaty!".

Too much information, Sasquatch.

Welcome To The Yeti Detector

Yeti enthusiasts, cryptozoologists and general men-about-town....

If you've been tracking Yeti, trapping Yeti or simply trying to avoid the Yeti in your day-to-day activities, this is the Blogspot for which you've been pining ever since that narrow escape from the icy cold paw of your friend and mine, that wascally Yeti.

I had my first Yeti encounter exactly where you'd expect me to have. I'd spent a Winter (Summer in the USA at that time) in the Upper Himalayan Mountains, divesting myself of all material concerns, eating one small meal of rice and fish a day and contemplating the meaning of suffering and figured, "Fuck it, I'm going to France." And so there, in the French Alps, I ran into my first Yeti, who was heading down to Paris for the weekend to pick up some Abominable Snowman-sized designer shoes. When asked if I wanted to "come with", I could scarcely conceal my enthusiasm.   

We discussed at length my home back in Charleston, my guitar teaching career, and how much Yeti was tired of hearing about his American cousin, Sasquatch, "the Skunk Ape".

"Skunk Ape stupid. No can use chopstick. Eat food raw, not 'get' Shakespeare",observed my host as we winded our way through the The Avenue des Champs-Élysées. Stopping at little curio shops and boutiques along the way, we realized that shoes in this affable brute's size were not going to come quickly or easily.  "Want shoe from Larare. Very chic, very provocative." Well, if my big ol' friend didn't turn out to be a regular Carry Bradshaw. After an exhausting and marginally uncomfortable day of wine bars and custom shoe fittings, I was determined to never subject myself to this kind of trauma again.

Anybody wishing to share their experience, strengths, and personal triumphs over a Yeti encounter are welcome.

Also, any other topics not directly related to Yeti, Big-Foot, Elvis or UFOs are welcome here, this blog isn't about judging; it's not about exclusivity and isn't really all that much about Yetis as I'd originally planed.