Regular listeners of the podcast are familiar with one of our closing segments called “Mikula’s 7 Words of Wisdom.”  Nick is a tad shy on the show and doesn’t like to speak much.  We started this bit in an effort to give Nick some mic time.   The concept was simple – Nick has the length of the entire podcast to come up with one sentence containing exactly 7 words.  You’d think that would be a simple task for a college educated person.  Think again.

Mikula’s random strings of text were often viewed as rambling sentence fragments that often repeated themselves.  He struggled to not only come up with a coherent sentence but often to speak the English language correctly.

After a while, Mikula claimed that he was telling a long story, episodically, on each episode.  Of course his words wouldn’t make sense unless you strung them all together!  Personally, I think Mikula is full of shit.

So that’s what I did.  I went through the past 20 or so episodes to discover just how wise Mikula’s words have been. And guess what?  Mikula is full of shit.  I thought about stringing the audio together, but honestly his babbling is so bizarre that just reading the text is enough to make your head explode.

Handsome? Yes. Poetic? No.

Nick Mikula’s 7 Words of Wisdom – The Book

Hey Castellvi, can I have your account? Hey Castellvi can I get your account?  Uh, so LP and I were wondering uh no that come on that does the cough did not count. What? No.  You go into the cage, the cage goes Catwoman is really cool and I would.  On July 27th blood will fall from excuse me Mr. President, Iceland is melting.  ECONOME THINK, NUNGA DUNGA FIRE! Then I hey Scott Danielson can I have your never take a bath with a math Dame Judy Dench’s eggs was a improv.  Come on dragon!  You boggle my mind!  No Al Capone, I can’t stop the biggest Yeh yuh yeh eh go ahead robot invasion since 1904.  Mr. Capone don’t you see we’re not Capone your lawyer set me up!  Why?

As part of the Octavarius Podcast, I would like to officially apologize for this segment.

Mikula – what the hell is your obsession with Al Capone?