I had a similar theory
regarding socks and only my mother might know whether I had it before M. Thomas's story was originally published. I certainly didn't have a story idea for it, and I don't think I ever would have had the guts to do a story this poignant involving socks.
That said, I choked up over this story. At work. I hate it when that happens ... at work. But I don't hate that it happens. Drabblecast rarely does that for me which is ok because I don't want to cry for every
story. Sock Heroes
totally rocked and I believe the trouble it took to procure the story was 100% worth it. Many many props to Moonowl and to the actors in the story.
The temptation for those lines read in the drier to be shouted must have been strong, but that quiet read was much more emotionally powerful. It felt like if it had been a movie, you would know they only heard each other because they were so attuned to the other because of the depth of their relationship. It was heartbreaking.
I usually listen to Drabblecast episodes at least three times before moving them to my local archive. I had to listen to this episode three times for Behindeye
... and then listened to it all by itself twice more. I have the feeling that even if I had been paying close enough attention to realize what was actually being said at the beginning and end with the man and the chemicals the first time through, I still would have needed to have listened to it that many times. This is an incredibly dense story and I'm not complaining. Soooo not complaining. This is stark and beautiful and I don't understand it. It has points I think I understand. The flood metaphor for instance. The man and the boy deifying each other. The futility of the bugs thinking they understood the point so they no longer needed the frame that was supposed to be teaching them (so far as they were concerned).
At first I thought it was a comedic line when the author mentioned they were Jewish. That played very well. And then it became obvious that if it was comedic, it wasn't just
comedy. It made me wonder if there was a deeper purpose, addressed at some other more common religion through the dim reflection of another faith. And, of course, there was an element of cosmicism: we are so small and insignificant that if we encountered aliens, gods, or anything to that level, we couldn't possibly hope to understand ... and we are most certainly not important.
I gotta mention at this point that I don't personally believe in cosmicism, but it's really rare outside of Cthulhu fiction and I'm far from minding viewpoints other than my own when in fiction.
Oh, and I gotta give mad props to the voice work on this too. I can't possibly imagine a better read for this.
I feel like I'm giving Never Forget
the short shrift on this because I don't have a whole lot to say about it. It's awesome
. Space monkeys rule. Con men stories rule. Norm's reading was brilliant too. Never forget the prehensile tail
. Damn right.