Good News (for Me)
According to the latest Gallup Poll, less than 9% of Americans find me to be “Irritating.”
According to the latest Gallup Poll, less than 9% of Americans find me to be “Irritating.”
Scroll through the whole deal. It’s worth it.
I’m gratified that my lemur encounter has provided an unanticipated public service.
These days, people get bent simply if I appear on shows they don’t like, or sit too close to people they don’t care for. What’s up with that?
For many years, some other guy named Mike Rowe owned mikerowe.com. He didn’t do anything with it, but he nevertheless refused to sell it for what I felt to be a reasonable sum. I saw this as a sign from above, and an ideal excuse to not launch my own personal website.
The other week on Deadliest Catch, deckhand Zack Larson was pretty well lambasted by the narration. Here I present a different view of what might have been broadcast.
To sum up, Happy Father’s Day, Dad, three weeks in advance. And Happy Memorial Day, right on time.
So I’m hanging out on the discount rack of this trendy boutique in Sydney, chatting with the hosiery and feeling sorry for myself, when this big American shows up …
I don’t think I’ve ever lost more weight on a 5-mile run.
I was trudging home from the gym, when I caught a flash of color in my peripheral vision. Something large and yellowish was moving very quickly through the air.
I, Mike Rowe, do hereby publicly pledge to avoid the gym for the entire month of January, and husband my strength for a healthy and vigorous February.
If we accept the premise that observation changes human behavior and alters a person’s identity, I think we can agree that — based on this photo — I have absolutely no idea who I am anymore.
It was Werner Heisenberg who first suggested
A few weeks ago, I was officially informed that Dirty Jobs had entered into a new phase. One I like to call, “permanent hiatus.” Or in the more popular industry vernacular, canceled.
Not long after Dirty Harry started addressing furniture on national television, I began to think seriously about the benefits of keeping my big mouth shut. Alas, it is difficult.