I found Joe Rogans’ website a while back and was truly impressed with the guy. He’s smart, funny and has interesting views on life. If you’re like me and your previous exposure to him was only Fear Factor, I encourage you to check out his website.
I find the latest goings on with him very interesting. It’s comics-in-Hollywood drama. Basically Joe called Carlos Mencia out for stealing other comics’ material. Something that apparently had been going on for some time but nobody was willing to step up and call Carlos out, until last weekend. And now Joe’s dealing with the fall out from calling BS on a “successful” comic in the spotlight.
Joe Calls Carlos Out (with video)
Joe Banned From the Comedy Store
Joe’s Agent Drops Him
Irony: Mencia claims copyright infringement so that YouTube will take down the video. There are mirrors on Joe’s blog. Article
I feel similiarly about coffee and steak though they are not similar to each other. One is an acquired taste and the other, in my opinion, the pinker the better. Of course not every one makes their coffee with Frankenberry cereal.
But seriously, I think if you have to add something to coffee or steak to make it palatable, it’s not good coffee. Or steak. Everytime I order steak at a restaurant, the server brings it out and asks “Would you like any steak sauce?” I answer “I hope not.” Now marinade is a good thing. It’s very important and every chef has their own steak marinade secrets. It’s a slap in the face to the chef if you slather every meaty bite with A-1.
And coffee? Why drink it if you have to dilute it with sugar and cream? Learn to enjoy the flavor of ‘bitter,’ people. Come on. I’m not a big coffee drinker, I’ll pour myself about a half a cup at work and drink maybe half of that. I’ll drink the coffee at home and at work but most other places, even the fancy expensive places, straight, black coffee is terrible. Sugar and cream just mask the burnt, chemical taste. I can’t drink the stuff. I’ll enjoy a frou-frou coffee drink from time to time. But gimme my coffee black. Don’t pansy it up because you can’t make a decent cup.
Kary and James decide they need to have officer elections for Good Commitment. And in these elections, the candidates make asses of themselves the good old fashioned way!
Special thanks to Starkville House of El and The 10th Wonder podcasts.
As Kary and James prepare for the return of LOST, James realizes that he has lost something dear to him that he must get back.
A friend and “sister” of mine just sent this out via email. I agree and feel the same way many times. Republished with permission.
Forgive me. You all don’t have to read this entire thing-or any of it-but I HAVE HAD IT and I have to vent.
A few minutes ago, I was in the University Florist. Small, confined space. Trixie Co-Ed walks in with her cell phone plastered to her ear. The person asks if she needs help. She never misses a beat with cell phone partner while answering “in a minute”. She’s looking around the store, gabbing away full voice.
“I don’t know, but she is a skank. She’s got an std or something, I know it.”
“Well, he kissed me on New Year’s Eve, but I told him he’s just got to get his shit together”.
“Oh, how cute-can you wrap this?”
“I’m trying to think of something for you to take, have you done Zicam yet?”.
And on and on. I left the Florist because I felt an urge creeping up from my ankles to take her telephone from her, tell her cell phone partner that Trixie has to be going now, and proceed to educate this little simpleton in basic human being etiquette.
I DO NOT care if Billy Joe kissed Bobbie Sue on prom night. It is none of my business. NOR, do I care that Elvira Mae has an unfortunate crotch condition. I have had it.
I have had it with ubiquitous cell phone conversations as loud as you please in public places. I have had it with fast food service being absolutely abysmal. I have had it with WalMart checkers treating me like they are doing me some huge favor and refusing to simply crack a smile or, God forbid, be friendly when checking me out. I have had it with screaming, ill mannered children in public whose parents “don’t believe” in spanking and “do believe” in allowing their children to “express themselves”. I have had it with people assuming I know who they are when they call me on the telephone and don’t bother saying, “Hi, this is…” but simply launch into what they need me to do for them.
Where are our manners? Where is our dignity? Where is our common sense, decency and courtesy?
Someone, anyone please tell me that this world is not going to hell in a handbasket. I am feeling like a crotchety old lady sitting on my porch yelling at the young whippersnappers to get off my lawn!
Generally, I am a very happy and well balanced person. Just so you know.