I’m your nerd host, Chris Hardwick
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Nerdist is a place where we nerds come together and share the nerdery that we find. It's also my home to various elements of the Nerdist Empire. You might recognize me from TV. You don't realize that's where you know me from, but it is. You think you went to college with me or I look like your cousin's friend, but that is not the case. At one time or another you stumbled upon me on your moving picture box in such cerebral gems as MTV's "Singled Out" and Noam Chomsky's "Shipmates." and so much more...
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Janet!! This was wonderful! Soo agree with your feelings about podcasts…the best ones are about what someone is passionate & curious about. That’s what engages me most as a listener, sharing interests, knowledge & enthusiasm. It makes me really want to take everyone out for a meal & sit around for as long as possible & enjoy each others’ brains!!
(If you ever get to Pittsburgh, I am soooo buying you lunch! And a massage, too, if you want!
LOOOVE what you’re doing!!! Please keep it up!
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Just learned about this podcast and am loving it. It feels like being a freshman in college and being invited to hang out in the coolest girl in the quad’s dorm room.
Podcasts: That is what makes that other most durable of US comedians’ podcasts (Jackie Kashan’s about what passions drive her guests, usually but not always comedians) so consistently good.
Dating the edgy guys: Somehow Joyce Carol Oates and “Where Are You Going, Where Have You Been?” kept coming to mind. Glad no one here got That edgy/doomed.
Pedi: You can’t make us ask. Not the boss of us…thanks for another fine episode, in the midst of everything else going on.
Oh man, my parents did that don’t-say-anything-about-your-boozing-incident thing too. At some point, my friend and I had gotten ahold of a case of Milwaukee’s Best (we chose it because the case held 30 bottles for the price of a two four). We ordered a pizza, played some terrible video games and thought we were awesome. I made my way home, crashed on my bed, and was too out of it to move when I started puking. Even worse, I had one of those beds with build-in shelves underneath, so the stuff dribbled under the mattress and onto all of of the clothing stored in there.
When I woke up, I blamed it on the ‘undercooked bacon’ on the pizza and my parents didn’t so much as raise an eyebrow. They did make me do all the work to scrub the puke smell out of everything, though.
That case stayed in my friend’s basement and neither of us wanted to go near the stuff for months.
hostess needs to get rid of the word whiskers – uh uh uh
And, eventually, I’ll learn to spell Jackie Kashian’s name…
I wish the podcast addressed why Mary Lynn Rajskub is wearing a disco suit. I assume this was not her swimming attire.