I’m Almost Certain That’s a Tail
I’m mostly certain that the thing jutting out of the dead kangaroo’s nether regions is its tail. Mostly.
I’m mostly certain that the thing jutting out of the dead kangaroo’s nether regions is its tail. Mostly.
Here’s a video that will never go viral. It features no cats, no talking babies, and no grown-ups falling down the stairs. It’s just footage of a few regular guys making a case for welding, and personally thanking me for their mikeroweWORKS Scholarships. Posting it here feels a bit self-serving, but I’m doing it anyway because a) it’s short, b) it’s classy, c) it’s important, and d) it wouldn’t have happened without you. Like most foundations, mikeroweWORKS raises money and gives it away. If you’ve purchased a copy Profoundly Disconnected, or a Work Smart AND Hard poster, or a S.W.E.A.T. Read More
Grunt is a bulldog memorialized on a cinder block wall of a coffee shop, just off the beach on a street with no name, and he took my breath away for two reasons.
So I go into a convenience store in Sydney to get a bottle of water and some Tam-Tams. As the guy is ringing me up, I notice a sign on the register that says, “Cigarettes under lock and key.” It soon becomes clear why.
Today’s Lesson in Pointless History comes from Sydney, Australia, where I flew down here to help Discovery International promote Dirty Down Under.
I don’t think I’ve ever lost more weight on a 5-mile run.
Here’s a picture of me sitting on a rock somewhere in the Australian Outback. I’m posting it here for several reasons. 1. The light is fantastic, and makes me looks pretty. 2. You can actually see the flies buzzing around my head. Seconds after this photo was taken, one of them flew into my mouth. It was maybe the 25th fly I consumed that day. The light does nothing to enhance their beauty. Or their taste. On the other hand, the frosty beverage was cold and refreshing, and just the thing to wash down aggressive insects. 3. This image is Read More
Sometimes my web-mistress takes random photos and asks me to supply a caption, a simple and welcome request. However, I admit to being puzzled by this one.
This bear looks kinda fake. The bees look kind of fake. I look kinda fake. Consequently, many people were surprised to learn that the bear was in fact real, and not exactly a pet. Among those people, was me.
Here we have a candid After the Catch photo circa 2007, capturing the essence of the Professional Host.
There we were on the venerable Sesame Street. Of the events that would unfold, I’m not saying I’m proud. I’m just saying they happened
Dear Mr. Rowe: Hello, my name is Connor Watkins, and I am twelve years old. I met you last fall with my dad at the Cleveland Airport. At school we were told to ask successful people what the most important lessons in life are. I asked my parents who told me it was important to treat others the way you want to be treated. I also asked my cousin and he explained life is ten percent of what you make and ninety percent how you take it. I am writing to you because you have been very successful, and I Read More
It’s a funny thing, figuring out what to do next. And what not do to.
One poster grimly noted, “pictures of large stuffed animals lying in the street do not seem consistent with a serious attempt to close our country’s skills gap.” Perhaps this dynamic photo will help assuage concerns?
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.