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Gather around, all mothers, children, and ass-holes alike! This is the moment you have been waiting for. The calculation. It’s complete. Years and years of work have gone into processing this answer non-stop. The answer. The answer to Life, the Universe and Everything… is 42.

This world, and this country, are all at stake. God will unleash his wrath, on all podcasts and supporters of podcasts, non-commercial radio and all supporters, and all hosts of online internet radio shows. Can’t you people see? This internet has sinned. This country is doomed, all because of the sins at hand, from online radio stations, like The Friday Night Tech Show for instance. God hates you all. God hates RSS feeds. God hates good music.

After moving the knowledge of their inevitable deaths in the year 2012 from cute bunny terrorism to the back of their minds, the hosts desperately try to run the show, and contain chat room drama. It’s a war zone, as the hosts pull the pins, over hand throw, and duck for cover from the explosions of internet meme inspired music as they ride the ups and downs of their combined music collections at the same time. Call it an episode.

Turtles. Seriously! Like, hundreds of them! The broadcast was perfect, and even rated as a star episode by the OCD production manager. After spraying some progressive electronic pesticide to rid the turtles, the show hosts relaxed, put on some ambiance, and drunk some tea. Win.

After question-marking the keygen’s missing characters required to power the new season, a shit ton of crazy ass people dived into the studio for some audio ‘sploding. After ironing out all of our ODC inducing audio problems in post production, the team finally rests, looks everyone in the eye, and says “We’re back, bitches.”

So you cried when Season 2 ended? Don’t worry little furry FNT lover. We’ll be back. Below is some information on what’s going on with us, and WHEN we will be back. We love you too, don’t worry.

What an elongated, fun, successful, kick-ass, packed, enjoyable and loving end to Season 2. This greatest hits episode should satisfy the masses until Season 3 starts up again. Until then, more announcements will come about on this website. For now, we love you guys, and we’ll miss you during the off months. We’ll see you again in July. *hugs*

Jeremy, Sean and Caleb all run into the studio, with tons of classics tonight, as they fight the first real live technical difficulty the show has ever had. Cleaned, rested, re-organized and edited, this show episode is clean and ready, for next week’s season finale. Hopefully it’s episode description will be a bit more in-depth, and less out of ideas like I currently am writing this one. Can’t wait!

Oh! I’m supposed to put a description here! Ahh, right. That makes more sense. For a second there, I thought that toolbar at the top of this window named “Search” was where I was supposed to put the description. Oh right, I should type one now. Damn I need a cup of coffee. NO… TEA! Anyway… Here we go! This week on FNT, Sean and Caleb ha— Where’s the sugar? Anyone know?

The show started finally, and everyone was ready… except Craig. Using a large LCD TV as a computer monitor on the main studio table this evening, he finally got his system up, running, and hacked into our wireless network. Thanks to him, the other show guests, and the co-host, the music was amazing. P.S. WOW! This is the FIRST TIME that this description actually DESCRIBES the show!

Well, it looks like the show hosts were REALLY hungry, combined with the peer pressure of getting that Klondike bar, so they decided to pump out every piece of unique, electronic, kick ass music for the show this week. Another awesome show. Thanks guys!

WARNING: There is a spreading virus, called “Vista.” It will try and disguise itself as an operating system by a company called Microsoft. Please, listen to this episode of FNT, and find out how to de-activate the virus, using the latest frequencies of Electro, Minimal Techno, Rock, and Psy Trance. We promise we can fully remove the virus for you, FREE!

This time, we didn’t explode! Ustream did! As it all turns out, our viewers who we usually consider to have the “pleasure” of watching our video feed, were all 20 minutes behind real time. Using Sean’s kick ass classics, and some RAM cleaning Electro from Caleb, we blew everything over to our SHOUTcast MP3 feed, as our viewers tuned in for the rest of the undeniable greatness.

Rule 30: There are no females on the internet… no exceptions. So, I honestly can’t believe that we’ve made it to episode 30, and no-one’s died yet. Sean, Caleb, some good music, a stupid chat room, and you’ve got episode 30. Luckily the weather on the black-u weather forecast doesn’t look too bad. Ha I just made a family guy Ollie Williams joke!

A typical, normal, simple… KICK ASS MUSIC EXPLOSION. You just have to LOVE these episodes. After unplugging from the Matrix during the intro, we somehow throw in all of our music, for your complete rock-out styled entertainment. Then we pulled back together, for a special public service announcement from The American Association for Ginger Protection. Special thanks to those guys! A very nice association to work with. STAY SAFE EVERYONE!

A web-server blow out blowing up extravaganza sick day. Caleb has a bit of cognitive dissonance, as he is bombarded with an exploding web-server, but yet a friend and a very dedicated co-host, who comes to save the day even though he’s very sick. We must say this show still kicked ass. Thanks to RCP, who imploded our VPS for us. You can be sure that won’t happen again.

You guys have asked, e-mailed, begged, wanted, died, and exploded for me to make some behind the scenes videos. Now your wishes have been granted.

A great show after a nice two week break. An ass load of great music and only a small truck load of intelligent conversations in the chat room. I honestly can not believe, that I would even have the audacity, to even want, to even try, to even think about, joining this chat room. What the -. WARNING: Chat room may ruin life.