Happy Mother’s Day
To all the mothers out there, (especially mine,) who strive to understand the creatures they brought forth.
Category: Blog
Fridays With Freddy: Entirely Consensual
It’s not as bad as it looks, Your Honor.
Maryland Science Center with the Parents
Tonights show, happily, will not be preempted.
My Plan to Tell Some Good Baltimore Stories
Twenty-seven years ago, back when I was impersonating an actor in downtown Baltimore, a guy named Allan Charles cast me in my first national commercial.
The Kentucky Derby & mrWF’s Big Win!
Close One. As you may have heard, American Pharoah just won the 141st Kentucky Derby in front of a record setting crowd at Churchill Downs. In other news, I did not.
Fridays With Freddy: Am I Aging?
Half of these pictures were taken one year ago today. The other half were taken a few moments ago. Question – is it just me, or am I aging and growing at the speed of sound? The biped looks more or less the same, but I’m damn near unrecognizable. How is that possible? How large will I become? At this rate, I’ll be the size of a horse by 2018. I’m worried. Fred Mike’s Facebook Page
Bobblehead News & 3-Day Auction!
As you may have heard, my odyssey to mass-produce a high-quality, competitively-priced Bobblehead entirely in the USA is now complete, and the results are coming to a future episode of Somebody’s Gotta Do It. Without giving too much away, I can tell you that much of what I suspected was confirmed. We succeeded on the “high-quality part,” but fell short on “competitively-priced” and “mass-produced” part. The reasons for this are complicated, and best explained by actual economist. But the bottom line is this: it is simply impossible in today’s global market to mass-produce a high-quality, American-made Bobblehead, at a competitive Read More
Off The Wall: Baltimore Riots
Catherine Beck Shoup Today at 9:22am We could use your perspective right now as a hometown hero, Mike. I have shared some pictures with a more positive perspective on my page, and hoping you can comment on this situation for the millions who listening to you. I know you don’t get into politics, but Baltimore could use a little wisdom, Mike Rowe style. Hi Catherine I doubt that I could write anything more wise or positive than what you’ve already shared on your own page. As for heroic, I’ll go with the attached images. Secondly, to the hundreds who have Read More
A Sign of the Times
Those of you who caught SGDI two weeks ago will recall Craig and Rory May – the father and son blacksmiths who forge hot iron into amazing works of art up in the Colorado Rockies. I spent a day at The Dragon Forge last Fall, where I was reintroduced to the joys of blisters and second degree burns, as well as the absolute futility of complaining about such things to men like Craig and Rory. As Craig likes to say, “There’s no crying in blacksmithing.” Indeed. There is however, a fair amount of generosity, which brings me to the point Read More
Mrs. Frazier’s Exploding Toilet
Once upon a time, (2005, as I recall,) a nice lady named Mrs. Frazier awoke to an unaccustomed sound emanating from the lower level of her modest home in Staten Island. It began as a “gurgling,” evolved into a “babbling,” and quickly grew into a series of growls and barks, interspersed with the sounds a giant might make if he were trying to clear his throat of all the phlegm in the world. Alarmed, Mrs. Frazier stood at the top of her stairs and peered cautiously down, wondering why some escaped demon from hell had chosen her home to chew Read More
Fridays With Freddy: Women
Women. Every time I think I understand them, something inexplicable occurs. Last week for instance, I was taking my biped on his usual stroll through the finer parts of Cow Hollow, watching with my usual bemusement as he went about the business of meeting and greeting the hoi polloi, when out of nowhere a pack of females descended upon me with a level of urgency not typically associated with a random sidewalk encounter. In and of itself, this level of excitement is not unusual. I am adorable, after all, and people are often compelled to grope and ogle me on Read More
50 Shades of Doug
About that last video…(see below) Some of you know my old friend Doug Glover. Doug is a gifted and mostly fearless cinematographer who has excelled in his chosen field. But Doug also suffers from chronic disappointment, brought about by years of concessions and professional compromise. On Dirty Jobs, Doug was beset by a host of environmental challenges, including but not limited to very high places, very tight places, very wet places, and of course, a constant rain of feces from every species – much of which wound up on his lens. Somebody’s Gotta Do It is not quite as hellish, Read More
Hospitality
A quick word if I may, in defense of hospitality, customer service, and hope for the species. Last night, after a four-hour drive from Quitaque to Abilene, the crew and I were equal parts ravenous and exhausted. By the time we checked in to another Holiday Inn, the only place in town still open was The Taylor County Taphouse. According to Yelp, they serve dinner till midnight all week long. In reality, The Taylor County Taphouse closes at 10pm on Tuesdays, which made our arrival at approximately 10:15 completely useless and utterly heartbreaking. The remaining staff was very polite, but Read More
Prairie Dogs Crossing
Greetings from Quitaque, where the signs are honest, and the local wildlife is in need of a bath. Mike’s Facebook Page
Fridays With Freddy: Let Them Eat Cake!
“Qu’ils mangent de la brioche!” Little help, si vous plait? On our morning stroll, the biped stopped to consider this sign, which he described as “ironic.” Is it? I found it merely sarcastic, or perhaps sardonic, with a touch of snark. But maybe I’m wrong? The sign is an advertisement for Kara’s cupcake shop. Kara makes delicious gourmet treats that I’m not allowed to have on account of chocolate being deadly. (Is that ironic, or just tragic?) Kara’s delicious cupcakes cost over $3 a piece, which may or may not be a problem, assuming you have a job, and some Read More