About

While BS! Radio has been producing audio entertainment since July 2013, it’s origins date back to May 2008 when the founders of BS! Radio started the Bear Swarm! Podcast. Over five years and 263 episodes, the duo decided to call it quits and start something new.

Breaking away from their gaming culture roots, Rob and Mike set their sights on a wide field of discussion, criticism, and debate with BS! Radio. BS! Radio’s content started with the BS! Podcast, a irreverent look at society and culture through the eyes of it’s hosts. Wanting to expand beyond podcasting, and hoping to get some of their friends involved, BS! Radio was born as a hub for anything and everything that amuses them.

Soon it attracted a new show, Wrestling Sunday School, a weekly look into the history of pro-wrestling. They site syndicated another podcast for a few months before the BS! Podcast announced things were changing again. Launching a new show, Digging for Diamonds, and planning to create a few different programs, BS! Radio became less of a show and more of a station.

About the Founders

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Still riding the high of victory, you and your friends hit your favorite bar to celebrate. The bartender here knows you by name as well as drink. You slide onto a bar stool and tell him you want the usual. What does he bring you?

Rob: A double Spicebox and Coke.
Mike: A shot of bourbon (which I drink immediately) and a Coke (which I sip at between more shots of bourbon).

During a battle with a powerful demon, the evil creature uses its power to reach into your mind and find your greatest fear. He then uses that knowledge to trap you in the illusion of a living nightmare. What do you see?

Rob: A giant goddamn spider. I’ve always been arachnophobic, but it’s gotten a lot worse as I’ve aged.
Mike: Ridiculous, insane, head-swimmingly tall heights. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t freak out when I’m standing on a chair to change a lightbulb or anything, but extreme heights really bother me.

After a long and difficult task, with the deaths of innocents and combatants alike in your wake, you have finally completed your quest. Instead of the typical pre-packaged reward, you are granted one wish. What do you wish for?

Rob: Enough money to clear my debts and live on comfortably, but not extravagantly, for the rest of my life.
Mike: Jessica Alba in a red silk teddy. I’m shallow, so sue me.

During a heated encounter, your enemy engages you in battle and injures you severely. During your last conscious moments, you watch him lift his weapon over you to deliver the killing blow, and you catch a glimpse of what death holds for you. What do you see?

Rob: Nothingness. I’d rather believe that this is the life we have and that there isn’t anything glorious after this life. Its better to live now instead of waiting for some big eternal reward.
Mike: Complete and total uncertainty. The possibility of a REAL afterlife, regardless of what it might be, is honestly beyond my capability to even imagine.

Between epic adventures, you hit Netflix to check out some of the movies that you missed in theaters, due to fighting horrible monsters. What genre of movie do you pick up?

Rob: Something mindless and machismo, like a Conan movie.
Mike: A spy or cop drama, full of suspense and gripping dialogs.

Every hero has to have a place to hang their hat and just relax. Where do you go to just let off steam and calm down after a long day’s hero-ing, and why?

Rob: My sofa. When I want to relax I just don’t leave the house. I lock my doors, take off my pants, read a book or watch a movie.
Mike: Rob’s couch. I’m kidding! … Sort of.

You have a prophetic dream that your death is imminent, and nothing you do will change the fact that you are not long for this world. The only thing that remains is for you to choose the manner of your glorious and heroic death. How do you want to die?

Rob: While saying something profound, like Pancho Villa.
Mike: In a massive explosion surrounded by people that I despise. I’ll need an honor guard on my trip to Hell, after all.

Heroes need people that they can trust, but treachery and the evil are waiting for any opportunity. A Hero must be careful of who they call “friend” or “ally”. What is the one thing that you demand from people before you trust them?

Rob: A sense of humor. Life’s a joke and sometimes you just need to stop and laugh.
Mike: Trustworthiness. If there’s anything I can’t stand, it’s someone who’s unreliable.

Few heroes truly live forever, the spread of their epic tale notwithstanding. Would you prefer to have a long life of heroic deeds followed by a calm retirement where you fade into obscurity, or die in a blaze of glory?

Rob: The long life and obscurity. I really don’t care if I’m remembered forever as long as I’m remembered by someone while I’m still around. Plus, I want a nice calm retirement where I can yell at the damn kids to get off my lawn and stop playing stick ball.
Mike: A motherfucking BLAZE of GLORY!

In one sentence, describe the relationship you have with your parents.

Rob: My parents are awesome and I don’t know how I could have made it this far in life with out them.
Mike: It’s pretty much great in every conceivable way.

Sum up something about yourself with a single movie quote or song line.

Rob: Saw the deer before it saw me/It didn’t change anything/His glassy eyes showed me what’s to come/Cut me loose, spare me from this
Mike: It’s no surprise to me, I am my own worst enemy.

You’ve fallen on hard times. Money is tight, and you have enough left in your pocket to buy one meal today. Which meal do you buy, and why?

Rob: Dinner, I can deal with being hungry during the day but I can’t sleep on an empty stomach. Ideally, the dinner would be tacos. I fucking love me some tacos.
Mike: A big, late lunch. I rarely eat breakfast anyway, and I’d be able to get through the day and turn in (hopefully) before I get too hungry again.

After a decent stint fighting off monsters, you wind up in Hollywood as the front man for an up-and-coming band. What kind of music do you play?

Rob: A fully orchestrated metal band with punk rock roots that only does cover songs from other genres of music. Oh, and lots of vamping. I loves me some vamping.
Mike: Something with a lot of guitar.

Same scenario as above, but instead of becoming a musician you become a film star. What kind of movie do you star in as your first feature film?

Rob: A post-apocalyptic zombie survival mash-up features homages to Escape from New York, The Warriors, 28 Days Later, Mad Max… basically Doomsday 2.
Mike: A spy drama, of course! I get the girl at the end.

Continuing the fame scenario, you are cast as a known superhero in an upcoming blockbuster film. Which superhero are you cast as?

Rob: I would hope for Lobo but odds are good I’d get cast as Aquaman or some bullshit.
Mike: In the bizarro world where I’m a superhero in a movie, I’d probably be Spiderman. Neither one of us can keep our damn mouths shut.

Name three things in your pocket.

Rob: Cell phone (Currently the Nexus 4), keys with DCUO lanyard, and my pocket knife.
Mike: My cell phone, spare change, and a fortune cookie fortune that has to be a couple months old.

After a long night of just hanging out at home, you wake up the next day and turn on the TV. What channel is on as soon as you turn it on?

Rob: HDMI1 – The input my computer’s hooked into.
Mike: The History Channel.

At the end of a 12-hour alcohol-soaked bender, you and your friends arrive at a tattoo parlor and decide to get inked up. What tattoo do you get?

Rob: I really want to get the Dagger/Rose picture from the cover of Houses of the Blooded on the back of my left leg just below my knee. I fucking did that! Now I really want a sleeve of my left arm of octopus-like tentacles fighting ravens, like Poe vs. Lovecraft. The ravens start at my shoulder and spiral down to my elbow while the tentacles start at my wrist and wrap up my forearm until they meet with the ravens.
Mike: A traditional Japanese dragon, winding around my left leg, starting at the ankle and ending below the knee. Probably in silhouette, or maybe something stylized.

It is the end of the war for Earth, and your side (regardless of which side that is) is victorious. It is now time to divide up the spoils – and the spoils of this war is the world. Which region of earth do you demand to have dominion over, and why?

Rob: I’d want a small island or chain of islands down in the Caribbean. Someplace warm but nothing to massive that I’d actually have to worry about lording over.
Mike: Puerto Rico. I hear it’s beautiful, and there’s the added bonus of lots and lots (and lots) of latin women.