About
Shane Smith
Host
Born to a house painting wrestling fanatic, and a god fearing restaurant manager, Shane was fighting an uphill battle towards logic from day one. With moving from town to town, living the crazy life of a single-wide trailer kid, he had quite a few experiences. Somehow he persevered and found his way out and into the world where he used his gift of logic to locate some like-minded folks and create music. After trying different bands, he found one to make music with for years. After that ended and after getting bored with the humdrum of life, he had to find something to do and he called up his buddy Kenny and they hatched a plan to write, direct and produce a feature film. After conquering the film world, and seeing the film get made, Shane decided it was time to find a way to tell his story and decided that he wanted to drag his friend Ken Baldwin into it, and this Now That I’m Older was born.
Ken Baldwin
Co-Host
As a baby, Ken was found by a roving bunch of ninjas on the banks of the Amazon.com.They trained him and taught him the ways of invisibility. But, Ken soon realized with his super-human ability to see through copious amounts of bullshit, that they weren’t disappearing at all, they were just closing their eyes really tight. When Ken brought this up to them, they told him that his training was complete. They called him an asshole, told him to mow the grass one last time, and kicked him, uh, sent him out to travel the world to hone his abilities. Ken traveled the world and met people from all walks of life: Christians, Atheists, Salespeople, Politicians, Waffle House servers and the like. They were keen to know more about his superpowers and went out of their way to make casual (read: pointless and self-centered) conversation, but in doing so, they uncovered his second superpower: the power to call them out on their bullshit. Soon, and for seemingly no apparent reason, Ken was ostracized and forced to leave civilization altogether, turning instead to the dregs of humanity’s outskirts… the hippies. Mostly because of their inbreeding and lack of hygiene, Ken quickly became renowned amongst them as both “the guy who doesn’t cover up his body odor with patchouli” and “that dude that knows if you’re hiding a stash.” Soon, even the innocent (read: dumb) hippies started to resent Ken for his powers and superb hair, fearing the danger he posed to their sack of Hawaiian Gold. So, staying up for hours at a time, they attempted to do the impossible: form a cohesive thought and, uh, make a, uh, plan or something? Eventually they approached him with their concerns. He was deep in meditation (read: sleeping) on the six virtues (read: cheeseburgers) when they voiced their problems. His wisdom (read: snores) frightened them, and they ran for their lives (read: unwashed asses). As they could no longer see him, the Hippies assumed that Ken had disappeared (read: closed his eyes really tight), and they passed down his story as Dirty Hippie legend. To this day, the elusive Ken can only be seen when his eyes are open and can be heard calling out poor, unwitting conversationalists on their bullshit.
