
What's up, Listeners! I, Robert Piccirillo AKA "Bobby Pickles" AM BACK! I never really went anywhere. I was aways around, although, on a bit of a hiatus ever since my father passed away of glioblastoma (the same form of brain cancer, which recently took the life of Arizona Senator John McCaine). And, now that Dying Scene Radio (the podcast I hosted during said hiatus) is officially dead, along with that entire stupid "punk rock" scene, I'm ready to continue on with what I love — PODCASTING! We were thinking about starting an entirely new show with a new name, but fate intervened. A brand new sitcom on the Showtime cable network, starring Jim Carrey, has emerged, and there are key elements about the main character that are eerily similar to the life and name of yours truly. Albeit, whoever developed said character somehow stole my likeness: from the legal surname of the character that Mr. Carrey portrays, to the nom de plum his character uses on stage, to the alliteration in the title of that character's "show", to the apostrophe at the end of the "S" (that only an English major, such as myself, would know to do grammatically) — IT IS UNQUESTIONABLY EVIDENT!! I've never known another "Piccirillo" with the moniker of "Pickles". Nobody in may family uses that monicker, not even "PAPA" who is my namesake. Plus, not all families with the surname "Piccirillo" pronounce the name like we do. I've been to Italy. It's pronounced "Pitch-irillo", not "Pick-irillo". We americanized it. I can honestly say that I have never ever EVER known another human person with my same surname being called "Pickles". That's a pseudonym that was given to me genuinely while living in NYC, somewhere around 2010. Prior to this, my nickname was "Rob The Wop". (More on that later). I was a really early adopter of podcasting, and was at it basically before anybody else. Period. I got my start while living in Tampa, Florida and working for a community radio station called WMNF. (Here's some of my past radio work). I covered local news with a station-provided field recorder, which I stole when I moved to NYC. (I know I'm scum, okay, but I'm just being honest). In Florida, while still working at WMNF, I sometimes recorded my friends partying and having ridiculous conversations, and I would put it all together and distribute the mp3s via email, just for my own personal fun. After relocating to The Big City, I started interviewing various people I found interesting. The first episode of "Bobby Pickles' Podcast" dropped on December 3rd 2012. The show is well documented: in 2013, I appeared on the TLC reality series "America's Worst Tattoos", bringing along my trusty stolen field recorder and interviewing the talented tattooer who blessed me with my awesome coverup (bye bye "Rob The Wop" tattoo). It's all there crystal clear within the first ten minutes of episode 10, season 1 of that show. I even wore a "Bobby Pickles" T-SHIrT on TV! And, MY Stage Name is even listed on IMDb. And, lastly, the actual podcast episode associated with the TLC episode, can be found here. Anyways, not to go off on too much of a tangent, but the long and short of it is this: BOBBY PICKLES' PODCAST IS BACK AND IN FULL AFFECT!!! My likeness and mark of trade will not be taken in vain. And, I AM "Not Kidding". (Puns intended).
P.S. — The writers even plagiarized my stupid hair! (Checkout the comparison photo above). What a talentless hack, whoever stole my likeness and used me as a character for Jim Carrey to play, must be! Who's the casting agent? They chose an actor with not even a modicum of Italian blood. What's the bullshit backstory on that?? I deserve at the very least, a writing credit, and an apology. I mean, I understand linear thinking and the universal consciousness and everything, but HOLY SHIT, you cannot convince me that somebody didn't totally plagiarize my identity.
P.S. — The writers even plagiarized my stupid hair! (Checkout the comparison photo above). What a talentless hack, whoever stole my likeness and used me as a character for Jim Carrey to play, must be! Who's the casting agent? They chose an actor with not even a modicum of Italian blood. What's the bullshit backstory on that?? I deserve at the very least, a writing credit, and an apology. I mean, I understand linear thinking and the universal consciousness and everything, but HOLY SHIT, you cannot convince me that somebody didn't totally plagiarize my identity.