How unfair would it be for a reviewer suffering from kidney stones to choose that time to review a stand-up comedian? If you think about it, nothing is funny when you’re waiting for those stones to “pass.” I’m not so sure you would want to laugh, even if something was absolutely hilarious. But what else can you do? Not much of anything.
Being laid up with the aforementioned problem, I decided to experiment on Joe Rogan. I’ve already been accused of not having a sense of humor (anytime you give a less than five-star review, that’s the accusation), so what happens when an experienced (old) person with kidney stones and no sense of humor sits down with Talking Monkeys in Space?
Laughing, that’s what happens. Laughing out loud. The thing about kidney stones is, unless you’re going to have surgery, all you can do is wait, and the wait is interminable. Joe Rogan’s Talking Monkeys in Space bends time—speeds it up—and helps you forget that you are suffering (or at least distracts you for a while).
Rogan tackles a smorgasbord of topics, and every item on the menu is delicious. He begins talking about getting older, and immediately follows that with his take on babies (“babies are awesome”). He is a new parent and, although babies are familiar stand-up territory, he delivers a new slant on babies and breast milk. If I say any more, I’ll be giving too much away, and you don’t want to hear second-hand Rogan; you want it straight from the man.
When Joe Rogan riffs on an anti-marijuana ad that features a talking dog, you feel you’ve got to see the ad (unless you already have). I was compelled to go to YouTube after watching Talking Monkeys in Space to see the PSA from Partnership for a Drug-Free America. All I can say is, “Rogan nailed it.” It’s not just his commentary about the ad that’s funny, but also his honest reading of the dog’s lines.
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