Jeff Clement
speaker
719 appearances
4 recordings
1 series
first heard May 2026
last heard 13 Sep
Jeff Clement’s voice in public audio — every appearance, attributed to the second.
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Those pre-made biscuits come to mind.
I have fond memories of separating those flaky machine-pressed layers from the cylindrical tubing holding them prisoner.
The ones that you pull at and twist until it all goes pop.
Then you lay them out and fold them just so for half-assed croissants, or wrap them around cocktail weenies for pigs in a blanket.
Those were the days, weren't they?
You're going to think I'm strange, but, well, stranger than you already do, I'm sure.
But I like to unravel the twist cinching the Vienna sausage in place and eat the crispy layers one at a time.
And maybe by then I would have time for what was there beneath if it hadn't all grown cold.
But as often as not, I would discard it or leave it on my plate to sneak out to our schnauzer, Petey, when my parents weren't looking.
I liked how those sticky hands—you remember those toys?—clung to windows and walls, stretching out in glutinous desperation before being pulled away by their own inevitability, by gravity, and returning to Earth, the dirt, more commonly, than backed my hand as I intended.
Not that they ever lasted that long before decaying to a gross dust and fuzz and ick-covered remnant of a thing.
It was no wonder we lost so many quarters to those objects of profane waste.
Childhood forced obsolescence.
I continue to believe those of us that played with those sticky slappers avoided iPhones like the plague because we remembered getting hosed and we weren't interested in reliving that sting again.
Do you remember Silly Putty?
Always fascinated me that it was a creation born out of failure.
A complete unrelated accident, but a lucrative one.
I was one of those kids that pressed that flesh-toned toy to newspapers and magazines and watched as it sloughed up and away, carrying a Xerox memory of the ink not completely dried from the surface of the paper.
Matte or glossy, I was amused by the way it modulated photographed faces.
You could see the shadow of them, a death mask, shroud of Turin, so on.
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