I’m a cam whore

35,000 feet in the air flying across the Atlantic ocean on the way to England is where I’m at right now physically. Mentally, I’m in the passenger seat of the magic carpet ride of a THC candy, 2 glasses of wine, and Led Zepplin on the ipod. Dancing in my ears is that freaky part in “Whole lotta love” where there’s all this moaning, drug, and fuck noises in the middle of the song. It’s one of my favorite moments in one the greatest songs in human history. I played it back twice again just to get the feeling of it while I’m writing this. Fuck it; I just repeated it a third. It never loses its punch.
It’s such an amazing example of human free expression. A perfect testament of what’s possible when you get creative people to express themselves.
It doesn’t make any traditional music sense; there’s this amazing, catchy song with this great hook, and right in the middle of it there’s a just a bunch of fuck noises and moans for over a minute, then the beat comes back EVEN STRONGER at 3:05 seconds in.
It’s one of the greatest moments in music history.
It’s a build up to a release that rivals the greatest foreplay. I’ve heard it 20,000 times and it still gets me to groove to it every time.
It’s my favorite example of how sometimes the best shit in life doesn’t make any sense.
You gotta just go with it.
“Shake for me girl, I wanna be your backdoor man…”
Fuck yeah!

A lot of shit has been going on in the wacky space that I’ve been inhabiting, the weirdest one being that I decided to become a cam whore. Now, I’ve always admired the enterprising young ladies that could pay their rent by simply pointing a webcam at their well groomed butthole, but other than that, I never thought about any other possible uses for a webcam, until I was watching a live professional pool match on www.theactionreport.com where they had a chat room connected with the live stream where people can talk about the match.
The commentators were some players that I knew, so I said hi and we were talking back and forth. They would talk about the game, and they would also respond to the people in the chat room. I thought it was pretty cool, and I stayed on watching and chatting for a couple hours.

Doing it got me thinking that we should try something like that in the green room before the comedy shows, and we gave it a shot this past weekend in San Francisco.
We set it up at a couple of different sites, but the one that seemed to work the smoothest was www.justin.tv/joerogan We also set it up late at night in my hotel room, and it was almost immediately really weird. Within a couple minutes there was a hundred people in the chat room, asking questions about everything from marijuana, to moon landings, to death by horsecock. The crowd in the chat got even larger, and we fielded questions for hours.
Eventually Joey and Ari got tired and went to bed, and that’s when it was the weirdest.

It was like 3 in the morning, and here I am sitting by myself at a hotel room desk, staring into this little camera, and talking to my laptop.
I tried to relax, and just express myself honestly and be present with each question, but at least a few times I was in the middle of talking, and I couldn’t help but think, “How fucking weird is this?”
Am I really alone in my hotel room talking into my laptop to 260 people at 3 in the morning?
Really?

I eventually figured out that the best way to keep up with the scrolling questions was to lock onto one, and then look into the camera until I was done answering it, and then pick another one. I did this until some ridiculous hour in the morning, and the only reason why I stopped is because I had to get up for morning radio and I wanted to get at least a couple hours sleep.

To me it was like a completely new way of communicating with people. I mean, even radio shows have callers. This just seems so weird with only one guy talking. It was like some odd, hybrid radio/podcast thing. It’s a very strange formula; one person talking, hundreds asking questions, no moderation.

We did it again for a few nights in a row in the green room and back at the hotel room before we got a little burnt out on it. I think it’s one of those things that would be really fun to do once a week or so, so I think that’s how I’m gonna handle it.
I think what I’ll do is either post here or on the messageboard when I’m going to do it again, and try to put it on some sort of regular schedule.

The shows in San Francisco last week were some of the wildest and weirdest ones I’ve ever done.
Especially the late show Saturday night. That was a fun, fucking wild show. There was this cool ass deaf dude that showed up with his family and he had interpreters do my act in sign language to him. It was his first time ever at a comedy show, and the guy was a great sport. It was really strange wondering whether or not they were going to be able to translate some of my material, especially some of the weirder subjects, like DMT and fake babies.
The guy obviously had a great sense of humor and played along with me when I was asking him questions, and he even got one huge laugh from a gesture.
I asked him about the scientifically studied phenomena of where people that have a disability in one area have a massive advantage in other areas, like for instance; I heard that dudes that can’t hear are just unbelievable at eating pussy. The dude made a big smile and gestured to his wife. His timing was perfect. I explained his gesture to the folks that couldn’t see it, and they howled with laughter.
It was fucking hilarious, with just a gesture. Humor translated back and forth between two people, and an audience of over 400, and one of them doesn’t even talk. It was fucking awesome.

I’ve been working on a lot of new material lately, so comedy has been especially wild and slippery. Coming up with new bits has got to be one of the most rewarding things about comedy. It’s really fucking exciting watching new shit grow.
Whenever I start a new bit, it’s like the birth of this living idea, and I can see it change slowly with each time I’m onstage doing it. I can see it morph and shape.
Sometimes I’ve got a good idea, but I have to change the order of it, or sandwich it better between complimentary subjects. And sometimes, I just abandon the original premise and elaborate on another part of the joke and take it to a totally different direction.
The key just seems to be to write a lot and perform a lot. Fortunately for me those are two of my favorite things to do.
I’ve been doing stand up for almost 20 years, and I keep falling in love with the art form over and over again. I know it sounds kinda cliché and even potentially insincere, but at the risk of that, I just wanted to thank all the people that have been coming out and supporting my act. If it wasn’t for you people, I wouldn’t be having nearly as much fun. You guys are why I’m doing all this shit; the blogs, the messageboard stuff, the webcam – I’m trying to stay as connected as possible.
I’ve got some crazy, positive momentum I’m riding right now, and I want to share it with all of you.
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Thanks for tuning in.
It’s 12:44am in LA, and 8:45 AM the next morning in England. I just finished this blog, and I’ve got to land in London in an hour, and then catch a connecting flight in a couple more hours, and I haven’t slept a wink.
Tomorrow should be interesting…