I honestly haven't decided.
Sometimes it's imperative to take a compatriot under your wing. I am formulating a bird analogy at this moment. It has to do with being taught to fly, specifically that moment when Mama Bird is all like "If ye shall eate wyrms, fly ye forth," and gives the li'l fella a /kick out the door, whereupon he is either going to /fly or /splat. The example illustrated above ought not be considered a step-by-step template.
It was only recently that I got time to actually begin listening to podcasts, so for a time I was able to fill my considerable daily commute with Precious Audio Input for my brain to enjoy. However, it was only a matter of time before I found that I had devoured all the material available, especially from a few particular sources. But the Makers of My Pitiless Addiction 
appear to have ceased their offering altogether, according to word on the street (the street, in this case, being other podcasts). The Bringers of Twitch-Goodness may still be up to their hijinks, but have been silent since mid-March. It was thusly that I decided it was time to re-learn some dang languages in the format of the Pod Which Art Cast.
Now, twice a day, a man can be seen on I-285 contorting his face in attempts to form the phonemes of exotic foreign tongues, like Spanish. And if you pass him on the left at the exact moment that he trills his double-Rs, well some consider that to be buena suerte.
