Shoulda beena paira ragged claws, scuttling across the floora silent seas. But couldn't arrange that, so preserved the social niceties. Clark Ashton Smith's poem, "Desert Dweller" helped us launch. But then we didn't Tread the Shadows of Zothique after all; first Pete Goldie came in for a govoreet-- later, visiting peripatetic Puzzling Evidence was all of that, in his chat. KrOB was on the job, but we didn't hear much from him, by "Bob!" The ending is abrupt and underwhelming. Nothing broke, fuzzed off, dropped out or failed, but the sign-off this time wasn't until a half hour AFTER the podcast's ending, so just this once, you will have to imagine hearing the National Anthem.