MIKE ROWE AWESOMENESS!
My day has just been made. :D
I haven't mentioned it before, but one of my other Sekrit TV Boyfriends is Mike Rowe from Dirty Jobs, on Discovery Channel. Mike, the host, is not only awfully handsome but also funnier than bloody hell, sweet, self-effacing and the best sport in the entire world. He seems to have a complete lack of ego, and he has seriously needed to call me for quite a while.
I mean, for instance, here's what he wrote in his FAQ about viewers wanting to meet him: I will never make plans on-line to meet a viewer in person. However, I have a reputation for being unusually forthcoming with viewers that I run into randomly... The rules are simple:
I must be in a bar. (Common)
I must not be engaged in a serious or private conversation. (Also common)
If you should ever see me in such circumstances and feel so inclined, you may approach and say the following-
Hello
My name is _______
I am a dirty girl/boy.
Please buy me a beer.
And it will be done.
Does it get much cooler than that?
So there's a message board on the Discovery site specifically for writing notes to him. I posted the following last night, because it was true:Damn you, TV's Mike Rowe!
Oh Mike Rowe, you have vex-ed me.
There was once an episode wherein you picked up a hose. Yes, that describes a lot of episodes--it might have been the one where you were washing out the birds' cages for the magician. You picked up the hose, which was very tangled. You said, "This is a very kinky hose. The kind you don't take home to Mother." And we all had a merry laugh.
NOW, every single time I go to water the plants at the front of my house, if, when I pick up the hose it is kinky--and it ALWAYS is--I ALWAYS think of your remark. And then I ALWAYS proceed to get that DAMN SONG stuck in my head. And I don't necessarily hate the song, but I also don't necessarily LIKE it.
My brain is no longer my own. And it's ALL YOUR FAULT, Mike Rowe!
(That and you've never asked me out on a date. But that's another email. ;) )
Bitterly yours,
[Real Name]
Los Angeles, CA
[real life website addy]
ps: DAMN YOU! ::shakes fist::
The next morning, here is what he, personally, wrote back:I live in a world where misery, really does love company. One of the perks of having my own show is the opportunity to share my misery with you, the gentle viewer. And so, if a particularly annoying tune or turn of phrase is stuck in my head, I have the chance to spread that affliction to several million unsuspecting bystanders, who can then help me carry the burden. Admittedly, it is a selfish thing for me to do, and it's only going to get worse. Much worse.
Fondly,
Rick James
Teh awesomeness, she is big-time.
I must have a talent for this stuff, because on the Mythbusters boards a few years ago I got Jamie Hyneman to write back to me, which he doesn't do much. He must have liked all the outrageous praise I (quite sincerely) poured out, or how I admitted to drooling over him in the mostly-naked-Jamie-painted-gold episode. (Don't much like the walrus 'stache or the beret, but everything underneath them is pretty damned okay with me.)
Flattery! Works every time.
::dances::
I haven't mentioned it before, but one of my other Sekrit TV Boyfriends is Mike Rowe from Dirty Jobs, on Discovery Channel. Mike, the host, is not only awfully handsome but also funnier than bloody hell, sweet, self-effacing and the best sport in the entire world. He seems to have a complete lack of ego, and he has seriously needed to call me for quite a while.
I mean, for instance, here's what he wrote in his FAQ about viewers wanting to meet him: I will never make plans on-line to meet a viewer in person. However, I have a reputation for being unusually forthcoming with viewers that I run into randomly... The rules are simple:
I must be in a bar. (Common)
I must not be engaged in a serious or private conversation. (Also common)
If you should ever see me in such circumstances and feel so inclined, you may approach and say the following-
Hello
My name is _______
I am a dirty girl/boy.
Please buy me a beer.
And it will be done.
Does it get much cooler than that?
So there's a message board on the Discovery site specifically for writing notes to him. I posted the following last night, because it was true:Damn you, TV's Mike Rowe!
Oh Mike Rowe, you have vex-ed me.
There was once an episode wherein you picked up a hose. Yes, that describes a lot of episodes--it might have been the one where you were washing out the birds' cages for the magician. You picked up the hose, which was very tangled. You said, "This is a very kinky hose. The kind you don't take home to Mother." And we all had a merry laugh.
NOW, every single time I go to water the plants at the front of my house, if, when I pick up the hose it is kinky--and it ALWAYS is--I ALWAYS think of your remark. And then I ALWAYS proceed to get that DAMN SONG stuck in my head. And I don't necessarily hate the song, but I also don't necessarily LIKE it.
My brain is no longer my own. And it's ALL YOUR FAULT, Mike Rowe!
(That and you've never asked me out on a date. But that's another email. ;) )
Bitterly yours,
[Real Name]
Los Angeles, CA
[real life website addy]
ps: DAMN YOU! ::shakes fist::
The next morning, here is what he, personally, wrote back:I live in a world where misery, really does love company. One of the perks of having my own show is the opportunity to share my misery with you, the gentle viewer. And so, if a particularly annoying tune or turn of phrase is stuck in my head, I have the chance to spread that affliction to several million unsuspecting bystanders, who can then help me carry the burden. Admittedly, it is a selfish thing for me to do, and it's only going to get worse. Much worse.
Fondly,
Rick James
Teh awesomeness, she is big-time.
I must have a talent for this stuff, because on the Mythbusters boards a few years ago I got Jamie Hyneman to write back to me, which he doesn't do much. He must have liked all the outrageous praise I (quite sincerely) poured out, or how I admitted to drooling over him in the mostly-naked-Jamie-painted-gold episode. (Don't much like the walrus 'stache or the beret, but everything underneath them is pretty damned okay with me.)
Flattery! Works every time.
::dances::