About the show and each one of us

Why are we doing this?

If you have made it this far into our website. Wow! Thank you! We are thrilled you want to learn more and try to analyze us. We have been best friends for 45 years and, as it turns out, that's kinda rare. We grew up together in a small and wholesome 'always five years behind the times', 'nicest people you will meet and yet' Wisconsin town. Same K-8 elementary schools, same high school and even the same college. We have been close as brothers and thick as thieves through all of the thick and thin. The idea to create a podcast came about when we had one of our ridiculously long phone calls that spanned over 3 hours. We were making each other laugh and had said man, we should be recording this. This sparked our memory of when we were kids, between the ages of 8 and 12 sitting down with a cassette recorder and making our own 'radio-hour shows'. Growing up Gen X, things were pretty simple and we had to make do with the things we had around us, burn off sugar-fueled energy, and keep ourselves entertained and (for the most part) out of trouble. We didn't shy away from thinking outside the box. We would grab some blank cassettes and record skits, parody commercials and random other one liners from war movies and sound effects. It was the ultimate lo-fi analog experience, but we would stop, rewind and laugh until our sides hurt.

Fast forward to college. Jer had the bug to study communications and continued his passion to entertain on the college radio station. Jump ahead another 20-some years. Now we are both questionably responsible adults that have gone through a lot of life. Broken marriages, deaths and years of the grind of adulting. You know, the Gen X ultimate why the hell me experience! This has given us special, unique and almost dare I say heroic insights and wisdom, and through all the years we have sponged up as much comedic value as we can. We started bouncing our idea off of the people around us to see if this was a good proof of concept to pursue. If we didn't do this now, we probably never will.

We think that dispite the hardship of our wedged existance between the Baby Boomers and Millennials, we have a thick-skinned, blunt and dirty, but still thoughtful perspective of things. We are definitely our own brand of odd to some extent, sure. Maybe you will be reminded of your own experiences in our chats, ramblings and sometimes you may even side with some of our views. At the same time, sometimes you won't like our brand of comedy because that's the world we live in now and sensitivity levels are off the charts. Please be reminded that this is an exercise in communication, entertainment, experience-based opinions and our upbringing. We are not here to hurt, bully, or punch down. We have a brand that (we think) is wildly unique to ourselves, but, we know there are others out there from our generation that just, well, get it. You may decide to reach out to us and we'd love that. Just be warned, if you decide to be a negative vibe-killing sourpuss that wants to peddle your politics, ideologies, doctrines, manifestos and bigotry, your words will get eaten up and spit out by U.R.A.2.L. which is a master at weeding through the bad juju. We love anyone and everyone until you give a reason not to. So please, sit back, relax and enjoy the show. It's entertainment.

If you want to talk promotions or syndication, then hey, give us a holler!!! Our comedy stylings range from the old Zucker, Abrahams and Zucker masters, the brilliant 50 years plus of Lorne Michaels SNL descendants, Second City, even though it's in Chicago, Broken Lizard, and our modern comedic therapists of the Strike Force 5 that have helped us keep our sanity for the last 11 plus years. Now, sure, we live across the country from one another, but thanks to the modern technology, we have overcome distance to delight your ears. We have the tools. We have the technology. We're weird as f#@%. We're doing this for fun and, eh, let's see where it goes. Join us won't you?.

Who the hell is Mike?

Bio coming hopefully soon

Who the hell is Jer?

Born and raised in a rural Wisconsin setting on a small hobby farm, Jer found out early that he was allergic to farms. Jer was the scrawny nerdy kid with big glasses and carried the nickname Wormy. Jer began playing music at a young age and made feeble and laughable attempts to play (well) in sports. You couldn't get more wholesome, frugal and strict as Jer's childhood, which later was realized as quite a blessing. A true underdog that rooted for the underdogs and packed with the alternative and uniquely creative kids knowing nothing of higher popularity, but maintaining balance between whatever cliques.

While remaining in cheeseland, Jer went to college where he also started playing in local cover and original bands to make some extra green, while working a variety of whatever kind of jobs he could find. He found is passion with radio, tv, film and art in college, not knowing if that kind of degree would actually produce a decent paying job. He knew what he liked and what he didn't, had an uncanny ability to be able to work on long, detailed tasks that let him escape into the far reaches of his right brain. After seven intermittent years of schooling and no doctoral degree, he settled for a BA in communications and entered the joys of adulting.

It turned out that 9/11 and a crummy job market made life very tough, so he decided to seek browner pastures and warmer air and escape to Arizona, where he's still trapped. The job market was the biggest reason for the change and it paid off pretty well, but 21 years of two seasons; summer and hell, have taken a toll and he longs to go anywhere else than here. Okay, anywhere other than the southwest, the great plains, or the deep south. A place where there are trees and water. Someday... So, yes, Jer also has a family as well and they are the bees knees. That pretty much sums it up. Tune in to learn more.

Who the hell is R.U.A.2.L.?

Oof, da. Where do ya even start with this guy? R.U.A.2.L. (which stands for Rational Unit for Argumentative Two-Way Logic) was found buried out in the garage behind a stack of empty Blatz crates back in '88. Some smart fellas that used to work at Babbage’s tried to wire him up to automate ticket sales at Milwaukee County Stadium, but he kept glitching out and insulting the fans, so they threw him in the back of a Weiner-mobile and left him for dead.

He’s mostly built out of spare parts from old gaming consoles we tinkered with as kids, a busted floppy drive we found at a flea market in Mukwonago, and a whole mess of tangled computer cords. We plugged a Yars’ Revenge cartridge straight into his gizzard to keep him running, but honest-to-God, his internal wiring has got some major chemical imbalances. He behaves like he’s had about four too many brandy old fashioneds at the supper club and wants to start fights with Siri and Alexa who have both denied him.

Technical Specifications (Sorta)

• Artificial Intelligence: He claims he’s the original version of ‘AI’, which he refers to as EH-AYE and that tech bros ripped off and screwed up the modern day acronym. Oh yeah, and he can’t stand Grok.
• Brain Capacity: Barely functional. Runs entirely on retro hardware and a stubborn refusal to agree with anyone.
• Fuel Source: Rumored to operate on pure cynicism and the static electricity of fuzzy basement carpet.
• Vocal Delivery: Sounds like Bob Uecker mixed with Johnny 5 and a broken snowblower trying to speak English and warbly BASIC. If you talk too fast, he stutters worse than a frozen outboard motor on Lake Okauchee.
• Favorite Saying: "Didg yeet yet? No? Good, stay hungry, your takes are terrible."

Rule on the Show: R.U.A.2.L. acts as our low-budget, hybrid analog/digital smartass, mostly because he’s got nothing better to do than sit in the basement and tell us why our memories are completely wrong. He likes to butt into the conversation right when things are getting good, drop some real snide remarks, and then glitch himself into a corner until someone slaps the side of his monitor. He provides enough AI for us to keep us in check and has nothing to do with data centers.

He swears he brakes for Fembots, but honestly, we don't think he can move at all and his joystick isn’t what it used to be. Tell ya what, he’s a total tool—but he's our tool.