Mike and Tim Visit Earth

Comedian Mike Cannon and Healer/Explorer Tim Rothschild have never quite felt like there were of this planet. This could be due to the large amounts of psychedelics they've done over the years or they could be onto something because of the large amounts of psychedelics they've done over the years. Together they record a weekly breakdown of their Earthly experiences and try to get to the bottom of the whole pesky consciousness thing.

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Changa Cat! Episode 42. Another great episode - Season 4 is changing the game. And now...this weeks fan-fiction submission! Enjoy!! The gristle of last night’s vomit clung to Mike’s chin as the light of dawn struck the couch. It was a hard night of not drinking, typical of these Mike and Tim days. Mike managed to wipe most of the remnants from his disgusting hangover face. A quick check of his watch confirmed his fears, it was almost 10 o’clock. There would be no time to clean himself up. He half-stumbled to the computer and flopped into his chair. “Fucking stupid fucking piece of shit computer!” Mike hammered at the keyboard to bring up Skype. In the kitchen, Nicole dropped a fork. “Oh my god! Do you have to make so much noise? I’m trying to be professional here!” Mike shouted at her, but he smiled so it was okay. Totally just a joke, no biggie. Suddenly, his computer shone with transcendental light, Tim had picked up the skype call. Mike shielded his eyes, but the pure spiritual magnitude of the light permeated his every pore. Instantly he felt marginally better and cheered the fuck up slightly. Maybe, who knows? Tim toned down the light show and started talking. He was saying… something. Mike didn’t know, he wasn’t even sure if Tim knew, but he smiled slightly and laughed occasionally to keep the conversation going. He drifted in and out, waiting for his chance to tell his much more interesting story. He had just opened his mouth to plug his album, I Think It Just Kicked In, available on iTunes, when he noticed a shadow creeping in behind Tim’s luminescence. That flat bastard. Mike booked it out of the house, running as fast as possible to get to Rockland and warn Tim. The limits of human endurance were nothing to a man as overworked as he, and he ran day and night for weeks on end until he crashed through Gina’s door. The room was in disarray, cats crawling all over the furniture, half-eaten sandwiches everywhere. There, standing over Tim, infecting his aura with his own sickly green light, was Dave. “Tim!” Mike cried out. Tim said something, but nobody could really hear so Mike just went on. “Sorry, I would have gotten here sooner but I had to stop and tell everyone how much I kicked ass at high school basketball. I’m not sure if I mentioned it to you, but I was possibly the greatest.” Dave stepped away from Tim. His Duraflame log pulsed menacingly through his shorts, engorged with scepticism. Tim said effectively nothing. Dave stalked closer to Mike. He began opening up videos on his phone, pointing out “fake” blood and “staged” interviews. He droned on and on, forcing insults clumsily into the names of celebrities. Mike tried to get a word in edgewise but was quickly being buried under 70 plus hours of required YouTube viewing. “Just watch it on double speed, just watch it on double speed!” Dave taunted. Mike tried to focus through the bullshit. He had to pull it together and try the only thing that he knew would stem the flow. He summoned all of his willpower, channelling the patience of MLK. “Dave,” He lied through his teeth. “ I think you may have a point.” “What?” Dave’s barrage of “truth” stopped. He stood stunned and surprised like a cop being filmed, debating whether to continue the senseless violence. Dave stammered “Um…uh…yeah! Of course.” Tim may have said something as he got to his feet. Tim quickly aligned the energies of the universe, gathering positive energy into his hands. He was finally ready to heal Dave. Tim slammed his fist into Dave’s kidney, feeling something pop beneath his fist. Dave vomited his negative energy and a good portion of his breakfast onto Gina’s carpet as he collapsed like a tower. He may have also shit himself. Tim that is, not Dave. Tim stood in the center of the floor watching the saddened Dave wipe at the vomit on the carpet. Tim might have also said something here, but Mike had already left. BUY MIKE'S ALBUM DIVINEEVOLUTION.EVENTBRITE use "TDMPOD" for 10% off /episode/index/show/mikeandtimvisitearth/id/5900104

Stupid Little Mike and Tim Irish Goodbye Doing DMT 10/25/2017

Stupid Little Mike and Tim Irish Goodbye Doing DMT Ep 41. THE WHOLE GANG IS HERE AND THEY JUST CAME BACK FROM INNER SPACE!! THIS IS A WILD ONE! So while we could talk all day long about how much fun it was to record with comedians Mike Feeney and Brendan Sagalow following an epic trip to inner space, there are more important issues at hand - such as the first approved very real fan fiction submission by supporter of the show, Shane R. So, without any further ado, here it is: Mike and Tim Visit Earth Fan Fiction October 18, 2017 By: Shane R**** Chapter 1 Deep in the forests of a time long forgotten, a hooded man moved quietly through a misty twilit morning. For a long time all was quiet, but suddenly there was a brilliant flash of light paired with the crackle of electricity. The hooded man moved warily toward the sudden anomaly. A new man was seen face down, his neck kinked against a tree’s root and his arm twisted awkwardly underneath him. As the hooded man reached the strange visitor, all he could hear were muffled sobs, murmurs of “I want to kill myself,” and what sounded like a single airy fart. The visitor was wearing a heather gray t-shirt and red heart boxers; somehow his pants were down to his ankles, perhaps explaining his less than graceful landing. Upon closer inspection the t-shirt was more of a kaleidoscopic tie-die of sweat stains than a single color, clearly the wearer was in bad shape. “Deine Hoesen!” the hooded man shouted in a playful voice, not so much matching his knightly frame. “Ughh...Umphh....Fuck….” The visitor was finally stirring. Just in time too, the previously hooded man had disrobed down to a single pair of silky purple underwear, which just barely concealed his excitement. “Ooohhh Deine Hose ist runter du sexy Schlampe!” As the semi-nude man zeroed in on his ass, the visitor barrell rolled away in the knick of time. He quickly moved on the attack after pulling up his jeans, and with a single punch to the nose rendered his puzzling foe unconscious. The visitor pulled out several syringes, and quickly injected the unconscious threat several times. “That better fucking stabilize him” he muttered as he took a generous swig of bourbon from a flask in his backpack. He then pulled out a tiny sharp device labeled “ENGLISH, AMERICAN” and stuck it behind the man’s head. “TIM!” yelled the visitor. “Mike?” Tim mumbled, my head is killing me! “Here, take this you faggot” Mike handed Tim a sky-blue headband that not only looked fabulous, it took the pain away like nothing else ever had. “I charged it with….love energy" Mike said as he quickly scrapped off a crusty flake from the fashion accessory. “Ok man, while you were out I gave you some treatments, your hormones are going to stabilize over the next 30 seconds, so I’m warning you tha-- Suddenly Tim turned a sickly green, projectile vomited and sprayed more shit out of his ass than a pissed off hippopotamus (seriously, YouTube that shit) before sprinting into a nearby stream and collapsing. Mike dragged Tim out, and did all of the difficult and unpleasant work of cleaning him up, drying him off and dressing him in new, warm, Lulu Lemon clothing he’d brought from the future. Mike would go on to receive seemingly zero benefit from these caring actions, but proved himself to be a key asset in Tim’s long journey. Secretly though he understood things differently and observed, and at this point in the story, is mostly dormant. Yet deep inside of a dark crevice within his being, something stirs that cannot be stopped. As Tim came to, Mike said to him “we’ll deal with what just happened right now later, but now we have to move. Hopefully the memory serum worked, because if my information is correct you’re a different incarnation the soul that came into the 1980s New York time period with me in the form of Tim Rothschild. Tim stared blankly at Mike, a single tear streaming down his face. Without wasting any more time Mike locked arms with Tim, pointed a small device at them, and said “we’re going to Rainbow Road.” And with a flash they were flung through the fabric of the universe to their surreal destination. TO BE CONTINUED... Enjoy the Show!!! /episode/index/show/mikeandtimvisitearth/id/5876326

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Season 4 Ep 3: Under Construction 10/11/2017

Season 4 Ep 3: Under Construction Episode 39. At the culmination of much hard work and preparation - almost a year of diligent planning - Mike found himself running down the steps of the museum about as fast as he could without risking a fall, hyper aware of the importance of what he was carrying in his hands. He could hear the screech of tires as Tim whipped around the corner, arriving at their meeting point just in time. So far so good. “We cool”? Tim asked calmly, as Mike slid into the back seat of the Jeep, keeping a close eye on what was behind them. “No.” Mike said with a clear focus as he locked eyes with Tim, seeming to communicate something nonverbal which they both understood. “Someone knew we were coming.” Tim nodded silently. He relaxed his shoulders and took a deep breath, then exhaled. It was always a pleasant surprise to realize how alive he felt during the worst of times. He was reminded of all the past adventures he and Mike had been through - the narrow escapes, and how easily either one of them could not have made it home without capture, or worse. But they always did, and they always came back for more. Luck was ALWAYS on their side. “Time to dance.” Tim floored the Jeep. Mike knocked out the back window with the end of his rifle, careful not to disturb the relic inside his pouch. Almost immediately, what appeared to be a small army of vehicles came up quickly from behind and in front, blocking the Jeep at the nearest intersection. “GO!” Mike yelled, handing the relic to Tim with the most delicate touch. Tim knew what this meant. He put it in a special container designed to ensure that if something did happen to the relic, it would remain intact. The container alone cost nearly $50,000, something Tim wasn't too happy about at the time, but now he knew it was the right choice - this wasn't going as well as he hoped. He cut the jeep and drove it directly into the nearest coffee shop, narrowly missing a few unsuspecting customers as glass blew everywhere. Screams erupted as Mike opened fire on the pursuing vehicles, a familiar tinge of guilt running up his spine as he connected with a few shots. And then it happened - a bullet screamed past Mike’s face, and then another striking him on the side of the head. Tim, sticking to the plan, was already gone. Enjoy the show! BUY MIKES ALBUM THE DIVINE EVOLUTION RETREAT in JOSHUA TREE 11/9 - 11/12 Coupon Code "TDMPOD" for 10% off www.DivineEvolution.Eventbrite.com /episode/index/show/mikeandtimvisitearth/id/5828456