Week 12 - Inside Look

Ok, so this blog doesn't necessarily have to be entirely about just the growth of my beard, but perhaps the growth of me.

Most of you guys only know me through NLO, or comedy, or some other creative outlet, but I wanted to take a minute this morning to give you a peek inside at the island of Josh Denny. Today's topic - why I truly hate women.

First of all, (would be a JD blog without one of those), you just aren't winning the fight when it comes to proving to me that you're not intellectually inferior. I follow hundreds of women on twitter from all over the world with all different backgrounds in hopes of having my perception altered, but sans 1 (she knows who she is), I haven't found one who's entire life doesn't revolve around which guy is hot, which buzzword hashtag is in today, what dumb shit she wants to buy with money she doesn't have and isn't capable of earning, and her stupid uneducated "empowered" perspective on current events.

Secondly, the level of unearned entitlement is unsettling. The idea that women who have accomplished nothing in their lives could somehow feel superior to someone with creative talent, laundry lists of achievements, and a track record for kicking ass at life just disgusts me. In a lot of ways it's our fault, because as long as you have a set of tits, a nice ass, and a face we want to fuck, we never expect more. Let me make it clear that I'm one man that does. That's simply just not good enough.

I feel like I go through life every day having to prove something and here's why: I've worked in corporate America for over ten years now at varying high levels, and am so over the primitive dick-measuring that most Americans think are displays of power. To me, power and the ability to influence come from the discilipine to show compassion, humility, and a general free flowing sense of humor. I don't have to be the loudest guy or toughest guy in the room to know that I have influence or even am in control. I'm writing a business book right now for young people to try to accelerate this maturation process, but my frustration comes from the fact that as I feel I continue to evolve to a higher level of emotion free intellect, the rest of the world digresses, and continues to reward primitive behavior with adoration.

Don't believe me? See how many chicks tweet about scientists that make them wet, rather than cage fighters or DJ's from the Jersey Shore.

I hate women simply because there are so few that challenge THEMSELVES to think on a higher level, or create something original, etc.

I don't write this to look cool or tough. Only in hopes that some broads might read this and step up their goddamn game.

No pic today, but I'll have another blog this weekend.

Week 11: Waking up in Bakersfield

So I had a rather eventful weekend for the first time in a while. I've been working a ton lately, we've got some big projects going on at the "office," so I decided to take a random trip out to Bakersfield and hang out with some newly made friends.

It was originally planned to be a short day, but as these things often happen (and has often happened on nights doing comedy on the road) you start hanging out with one person, then they run into people they know, and other people they know show up, and before you know it you're 12 hours into the day hopping bars and having a blast.

Most of you guys know I don't drink, but I still enjoy this thoroughly. I do comedy because there is a natural part of me that likes to both entertain and study people. Hanging out with people having a good time allows me to do both, and being in a new place always enhances the fun.

Everyone was incredibly nice and welcoming. It reminded me of performing in small towns where everyone comes to your show and then you see them hanging out later and they are all interested in meeting you and talking to you etc.

It was great getting to relive a similar experience like that, as it reminded me how wide my life has been so far. I've had so many great experiences over the entire country with all of the concerts, comedy performances, shows, and great friends I've made along the way. I feel as though I have taken for granted how many great friendships I've made from those things, and sometimes overlook how many amazing people that I have met and that have stayed in my life. You guys know who you are, and I hope you know I appreciate you everyday, and will work harder to show it.

So after a fun time with new friends, I went to head home last night only to find my car was locked into the parking structure I had entered earlier. I quickly audible to getting a hotel room (it was already 1am), and figured I'd deal with it in the morning. Turns out the lot is only open on business days, and I had to hurry back today to get some work done, and catch a flight to Denver on Sunday. My laptop and everything else was in my car. After working with the local PD, and hanging out for an hour, a dude randomly showed up and let me in, and I was able to head out. Needless to say I won't be picking ramps over street parking any time soon.

I'll be in Denver doing meetings all week, but here is an update on the beard. Notice the curling again. If it continues I will just end up cutting it. I can't see any reason to keep it going, plus it looks weird with my short hair now.

See you guys next week!

P.S. - If you want a KILL YOURSELF t-shirt (like the one I'm wearing in the picture) or any other cool NLO mercy, head over to the NLO Store to pick it up. My CD/DVD is over there too.

Week 10 Fageeetttzzz

Work day Monday. Been a busy couple of weeks, so I realized I missed another blog. Lot of things going on in the Denny camp, and going to be out of town for business over the next two weeks. Look for some on location beard blogs. I'm going to try to do these more frequently, but sporadically as well. Maybe some other celebrity beards, or other beard's that I encounter in my travels. Maybe even creepy pictures of me with kids. Who knows.

It's getting to be pretty big and ridiculous. Every day I'm tempted to shave it, and I'm trying to find my motivation to keep it. 

Leave me motivational comments on the blog or on the facebooks and the twitter.

Week 8. Sorry.

So I've been slacking on the beardblog, I realize that. I've been getting healthy, changing my diet around, and making many other lifestyle changes in addition to not trimming my facial hair.

I'll be in Phoenix this week if Y'all's wanna hang out.

I have to say, it's getting harder not to trim this as it gets longer and bushier.

Week 6

So I skipped a week. Fuck you guys. It's hard to blog about beards when I'm enamored with this story of Ricky Martin coming out (I know it's old, but I"m watching his behind the music). Does anyone else think he's faking it to corner the market on out/gay/latino/popstars? It's a good move. I'd be lying if I didn't say that I thought about pretending to be a gay comic, or a redneck, or an urban white comedian just to try and corner a specific market.

So it's been a big week for me. I'm making a lot of changes in addition to not shaving this beast of a beard, starting with changing my diet and trying to be healthier. Now those of you that follow my comedy or my twitter might see that as selling out on everything I preach, but to be honest, I'm just tired of my shits hurting so much.

I bought a bunch of stuff for my kitchen so that I can do smoothies and steaks, and everything I should eat to try to maintain the proper level of metabolism and protein intake. If you are interested in that stuff at all (which if you're reading this, you're probably not), check out www.dadamo.com. It's a pretty cool site that talks about how diet based on genetics can really change your health overnight. I've been doing it for a couple days now, and feel pretty good already. No burning poops, though I will say, if you spent all day cutting up hot peppers in your kitchen, make sure you wash your hands before rubbing one out.

And with that, I give you beard.

Week 4

We are 4 weeks into this thing, or 1/12 of the way if we are counting the long haul. It's been a relatively easy first 4 weeks, with no icing or discomfort or any of that. I'm actually pretty happy with the results thus far, and the usual "sprouting" that takes place around the edges hasn't been as bad. It's true what they say about taming a beard, that the best way to tame it is just to let it grow.

I'm just trying to play catch up after being gone for almost 2 weeks. I spent a little time on the script yesterday and caught up on Netflix. I watched a great movie called "happythankyoumoreplease." You should definitely watch it if you're reading this. Right now I'm watching the latest episode of True Blood. I hate to ruin it for you, but here's tonight's (as well as every night's) episode: A human ran into a vampire, and they banged. Then a werewolf bumped into a panther, and they banged. Then a couple of vampires banged, some gays banged, and everyone was rednecks. The end.

I've also decided this week that I'm taking a semi-social media break. I'm going to keep tweeting for you guys, but I'm checking out of FB for a while, and not reading anyone else's tweets.

I didn't go through a breakup or something gay like that where most people log off for a while. I'm just tired of reading the same 5 things all day. Women pretending they're not torn up over breakups, dumb young people pretending they have found the meaning of life through some party, concert, youtube video, or drinking game, and hipster girls and guys thinking I give a fuck about their run through Runyon Canyon or their ugly dogs. Live, Laugh, Love.

I'll still respond to your emails and stuff on there, because I'm not a dick, but I won't be chatting anyone up anytime soon. You can thank me later women.

Vacation BeardBlog

Ok, so I'm sitting at my mom's place outside of Minneapolis. We just got back from northern Michigan (a 9 hour car ride). I get to go back to Phoenix for work in a few days, then finally home to CA on Friday after being gone for a couple of weeks.

I always hate trips home, primarily for 1 reason: Everyone that is up my ass 365 days a year to let them know when I come home to visit always gives me this elaborate song and dance when I'm finally here about why they can't hang out, or how much advance notice they needed etc. The only adjective I could use to describe this behavior is "faggot." as in "that is very faggot of you."

No more trips home this year. I live in Long Beach, CA 90804. You wanna see me, book a flight and come to town. Until then, enjoy community college, your miserable long term relationship, your 1.5 asshole bastard children, and your shitty minimum wage job (all the things that keep you busy).

Oh yeah, the beard is longer this week, and FYI....

...this is what daddy looks like when he's taking a shit.

Happy St. Patrick's Day Everybody!