Zack’s Secret Sacrifice
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.
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 was in Springfield (Illinois) yesterday, and took a tour of a trade school called MTI. These guys have an 85% job placement rate and I wanted to see what they were all about.
So I was in Springfield (Illinois) yesterday, and took a tour of a trade school called MTI. These guys have something like an 85% job placement rate for graduates, and I wanted to see what they were all about. I’m glad I did. Halfway through the tour, a group of guys approached me to say thanks. I didn’t know what they were talking about, but said “you’re welcome” anyway, because well … it’s polite. As it turns out, these guys all received scholarship funds from mrW. I had no idea. I knew MTI was on the list of schools whose Read More
Apologies in advance to all serious musicians.
Everything in the picture is real. Though virtually nothing is genuine.
Anybody see Leno the other night?
In this week’s mail call, I address everything from having an independent TV show to “5 minutes in the closet.”
I came to NOLA for a few days to work on a project with Ford, and stopped by a few work sites to say hello and slow things down.
I’m out of town … Can you guess where?
Here’s another hint … where am I?
Today’s random Q&A was inspired by this photo, which drew many thoughtful queries … including whether I’m wearing underwear.
Mike joined Nathan, Nat and Shaun to chat about the new series Dirty Jobs Down Under in Australia. After the guys got over how sexy his voice is, he went in to detail about the dirtiest job he’s ever done, and asked if he’s ever said “NO” to a dirty job. Listen to the interview HERE
Well, my signed underpants have been purchased for nearly $1,100. Suffice it to say, they are thrilled, and I am humbled.
So I’m hanging out on the discount rack of this trendy boutique in Sydney, chatting with the hosiery and feeling sorry for myself. Sure, I might look like fine silk, but really, I’m just another swatch of polyester, transformed by some anonymous Chinese worker into a medium-sized pair of novelty underpants, emblazoned with the Australian flag, and shipped off to a country where many still consider undergarments to be “optional.” Lucky me. I had started out in the front window nearly six months ago, covering up the imaginary genitals of a mannequin that looked like Ricky Martin. At $39.95, no Read More