In this crazy mixed-up world, there is still a home for tasteless topical humor.
The perfect married man is a rare breed. If you’ve got one, here are 8 ways to keep from blowing it. If you’ve got a sense of humor about the modern marriage dynamic, please read my latest article, published in Coffeelicious. If you don’t have a sense of humor about such things, go here instead.
The genius comedian and I agree on many things. This one thought in particular as of today. That single “favorite” that my tweet got? That’s from Amy herself. (A few other “favorites” have since trickled in. Amy’s was the first.)
Y’know, I’ve had enough. The last thing I need is another @amyschumer profile. I love her, but let’s let her get some rest.
— julian rogers (@thejujueye) August 2, 2015
Baseball defenders claim that baseball is a sport for SMART people. It’s staid, monotonous and really tedious. I guess they’re right. Read my latest article in Absurdist.
I have met the perfect married man. As it turns out, he’s right. About everything. Read my latest article, which is my first with BLUNTMoms. And put down the torches and pitchforks. It’s all in fun.
Hello. My name is Julian and I’m a sports addict.
OK, not really. But I adopted the persona of one to write this article for AT&T’s Thread magazine. If you’re interested in some humorous insights and tech tips, please give it a read on their great looking site, created by POSSIBLE.
Julian Rogers is a freelance writer, communications consultant and owner of Juju Eye Communications. Follow him on Twitter (@thejujueye), read his publication The Hit Job, or connect with him on LinkedIn.
The Washington tourism office will never hire me.
So, the Seattle Seahawks are not robots. Good to know. I’m not exactly certain where that rumor started but we have no less of an authority than Washington unfortunately-and-offensively-possibly-in-tribute-possibly-not-named-after-indigenous-people-nicknamed-team (or UAOPITPNNAIPNTs) offensive tackle Trent Williams, who definitively cleared up this (apparently) circulating misnomer. Thanks, Trent.
So, you did the ALS ice bucket challenge. Nice. That’s cool, I guess. I, uh, what now? You say you want to challenge someone else? You’re gonna pass along the challenge to dunk a bucket of ice water over their head after you’ve done it yourself. Sweet! I mean, kinda. It’s cool, I guess. Whatever.
You can pick me. Wait, what? OK. No, that’s cool. So, no. Don’t pick me. You don’t have to pick me. You are picking that other guy. Someone famous. OK. That’s totally cool. No prob. I get it. But I mean … I’m, whatever.
I mean, hey, who wants to dump ice water over their head? Not me, that’s who. I’m glad you didn’t pick me. I feel lucky, truly. It’s not a big deal.
So, yeah. I wouldn’t want to be picked. I don’t need the attention. I don’t care if you don’t. Totally. I mean, it’s no biggie.
True, most people that get picked not only dump the ice water on their heads, but also donate to ALS research, but you never know what that famous guy will do. Peer pressure and all. He may donate big bucks and still dump the icy water on his head for your amusement. Haw, haw, haw. Big win for everyone, right?
Glad I’m not part of it. Dodged a bullet with that one. Of course, I’ve never wanted to pretend I’m the coach that just won the championship. Seriously, who would?
It’s gonna be a really hot one here today in the middle of August. I’m just sayin’. Probably is really hot where the famous guy is too. For sure. So, good call.
So, anyway, I’ll be outside. See ya. Oh look, there’s my bucket. Been looking for that.