Last spring, we couldn’t get enough of Nate and Di Fulmer, the 25-year-old Mount Pleasant couple whose weekly podcast, The Nate and Di Show, we wrote about in our April 12 issue. Like some subversive, potty-mouthed, blasphemous pirate radio program, NaDS filled our iPods each week with tongue-in-cheek news segments, comedy bits, interviews, exceedingly irreverent cultural commentary, and a refreshingly noncorporate sense of humor. In March, the pair scored a coup by landing one of the first major national podcast ad campaigns — a contract with HBO to promote its then-new series Big Love. It looked like complete world domination for the two was a matter not of if but of when.

It sucks beyond all measure, therefore, to have to report that The Nate and Di Show has gone to that big aggregator in the sky.

Nate and Di produced a special 90-minute anniversary show on April 8. After that, they released just seven more ‘casts. The last time a new show appeared in anyone’s podcatcher was July 12, with episode 87: “The Elevator Goes Up and Down.” And much of that one consisted of voice mails from friends and listeners wondering where on earth the two had been.

Finally, on Oct. 11, it became official: The Nate and Di Show was kaput. Nate himself wrote of the show’s demise on the program’s website:

“I’ve been postponing this dreaded message for as long as I possibly could,” he wrote. “This decision has been in limbo for some weeks now, and we apologize to everyone who’s been checking in.

“The fact is that we just haven’t had the time to devote or, frankly, the desire to bring our listeners and fans a quality show in quite some time now.”

Apparently, the two are consumed by their new full-time day jobs. Since mid-June, Nate said, they’ve shared an average of just two days off together a month.

“In a medium where a decent podcast can be produced in as little as an hour, we’ve frankly been unable to align our conflicting schedules for even that long, and, sadly, that has been the primary reason for the lack of promised shows.”

Unfortunately, there was more behind the decision. The media coverage of NaDS — probably including ours — brought Nate and Di, and their envelope-pushing, conservative-tweaking program, to the attention of a lot of people, not all of whom were fans.

“Our relative anonymity no longer exists,” Nate wrote, “and although this was our doing, we were not prepared for certain repercussions that infringed upon our private and professional lives. We dealt with hate mail and e-mails, prank calls, website attacks, and $400-a-month hosting, but some reactions we’ve never mentioned have been a bit more extreme.”

Beginning in July, Nate and Di experienced a series of increasingly freakish events at their East Cooper residence. They had urine poured into their mailbox on several occasions. Someone repeatedly vandalized their car. (Not to be confused with last winter’s infamous “panty pincher,” who broke into their apartment and burgled Di’s undies on a few occasions.)

Those events were the “tipping point,” Nate wrote, “where the benefits of creative expression and fun were overwhelmed by a combination of cost, busy schedules, self-doubt, a slew of self-serving hangers-on, and ultimately, fear for our safety.

“In retrospect, our little audio experiment has been one of the best decisions we’ve ever made … We’ve met some awesome people, learned a lifetime of lessons, and will never forget all of the laughter we shared while making others laugh at — and occasionally with — our adventures. This doesn’t mean the show is gone forever … just indefinitely paused.

“Thanks for everything, people. It was fun while it lasted.”

Yes it was.

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