Son of Smiley: Recent Episodes
Ed Hill
My dad, Smiley, is a first generation immigrant. More often than not, my understandings of the world directly contrasted with his perceptions. Between my dad and I, there was struggle, but there was also magic. These are those stories, and I hope they make you smile.
This is the final story of the Son of Smiley Podcast. Thank you all for listening. It has been an honour. We will see each other again soon.
In April, I was fortunate enough to chat with boss Jerry over at Hype Magazine post the Will Smith incident. Here it is in its entirety.
28 days after the last episode, I’m here to tell you about what happened 28 years later.
A message from midnight led to a moment of painful truth, and became a reminder to be curious.
A very brief moment of levity in a tragic time.
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The storm that changed and taught us, including me, many things.
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Thank you all for coming to the show. For those who weren’t there, here’s a quick recap.
This is a story from the past, one where my heart skips as we step into a sea of…gross.
I have been working on a new podcast titled Model Mythology which uplifts all Asian voices. Here is episode 1 for your enjoyment.
A conversation about Edamame that highlights the choice of how life can be filled with joy or water.
I know there was no episode last week. This was supposed to be a 2 part story and it was simply too boring. Allow me to explain.
in the midst of the pandemic, a family heads into the dome and finally meets the mysterious man in the backpack.
in the midst of the pandemic, a family finds a way to celebrate and a mysterious backpack man shows up on a phone.
A mouse, a bucket and a record walk into a house. The punchline is a surprising friendship.
In celebration of my upcoming comedy special release on March 2nd, if you are a subscriber to my mailing list, I will be sending you a secret episode of the Son of Smiley Podcast on March 2nd.
For some strange reason, I’ve been on a streak of just eating things that start with the letter P.
In celebration of my upcoming comedy special release on March 2nd, if you are a subscriber to my mailing list, I will be sending you a secret episode of the Son of Smiley Podcast on March 2nd.
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Once upon a time there was a hammer ban on my Skip the Dishes Account. So instead of having a great day, I decided to investigate.
What is a better way to end the end of the world than a 3 part story?
Here is part 3, an online adventure in real life.
What is a better way to end the end of the world than a 3 part story? Here is part 2, which is a rematch with an even bigger piece of meat.
What is a better way to end the end of the world than a 3 part story? Here is part 1, which deals with a giant chunk of new meat.
New photoshoot, new place, new ways of angering my dad. For more information about Brandon Hart Photography, please visit https://brandon-hart.com
Emma Wong returns, and in the celebration of love, allow me to tell you a 2 part story about young, stupid love.
On this Canada Day, here is a story about a dear friend that embodies the Canadian Spirit.
As I search through the files of my memory, I realized I really don't have a story about Christmas Celebration as we don't really actually celebrate this particular holiday. However, this is not to say that we didn't try. Because we did, and it sure didn't go as planned.
I spend the weekend sleeping, which got me thinking of a time where sleep in my home was enforced by a special rule.
Not all Airbnb's are created equal. Some are designed for vacations. Others are designed for interrogations.
This was a story told to my dad by his very own dad. It might change the way you look like brooms. Happy Halloween!
In the spirit of me wasting time on the internet and Halloween, allow me to introduce Part I of my interactions with the paranormal.
This is a story that is way too familiar, and also a story I truly hope that future generations will never have to tell ever again.
This week's story is a short one, which ironic because the time frame in this story was not a short one.
This story is about the things I do for comedy and the things I don't do for comedy anymore.
Sometimes you're told to do something, and that something turns out to be everything you did not want.
My dad was a big fan of road trips. What he was not a big fan of, was different foods. This story is a product of that combo.
So this weekend, my Air BnB host's dog ate my shoes. Dogs do silly things, and sometimes that silly stays with you.
This week I was asked an interesting question by a journalist: What is the thing you owned for the longest time? Well, here's my answer.
There is always a first for everything. Mine involved a sporting goods store that sold garbage.
I don't do much after shows, but when I do, it is always interesting. This one time, it got too interesting.
This is what happens when my brother and I are bored, and have access to every sport equipment known to man.
As I sit here with the pain of gout accompanying me, I thought I'd share one of my favorite moments that I still remember as if it were yesterday.
Once upon a time, there was a piece of chicken. There was also almost a chicken creep. You'll understand once you listen.
Since it is the Monday after Mother's Day, I thought I read a little piece I wrote about 2 years ago, about a time when my mom taught me how to tell time.
I somehow managed to get myself a Nintendo NES classic Japanese edition. I also somehow to bring back all my childhood trauma with this simple machine.
This was a late upload because I...fell asleep. So fittingly, here's a story about how I fell asleep dramatically with the muppets.
Being stuck in an airport isn't anything new. However, being stuck in a communist airport was something I definitely did not imagine that would be part of my life story.
Some days you go about your day and nothing ever happens. Other days, you get slammed by a Scooby Doo Van while you're on a moped with your dad.
I'd never expected laser tag is the thing that would remind me of how out of shape I truly am, and how once upon a time, my grandmother talked some major trash about penguins.
All you can eat - time + interactive activity = complete chaos. Welcome to this week's story.
I love basketball, and naturally, I love the NBA. So this is a story where that love become slightly conflicted when I came face to face with an NBA star.
It's been quite a dramatic week, and I took some time off with the family. So I thought for this week, I talk about a story at a restaurant we all went to and brought us all together in a very unique way.
Last week we moved into to a new place, and somehow I made it more dramatic than it had to be.
According to 2 different people this week, apparently I look like Raphael the Ninja Turtle. Interestingly enough, Raphael also represent a turning point in my life. Here's the story.
My brother dared me to do something a few weeks ago. So I decided to make him world famous.
I love hanging out with my cousin, and there's never a dull moment when we do hang out. Allow me to explain in this week's story.
This is a story about a time when I judged a man not for who he was, but for what he looked like. I am forever thankful for everything he did for me in that moment.
This is a story about how a moment of ignorance changed who I was. Be kind to each other.
As I battle the final days of my cough, I thought I share something different that was originally in the form of a written piece. Here's a story about how I reunited with an old friend because I decided to write an angry manifesto as a teenage idiot.
I finally managed to catch the cold that is going around. Since I sound like a total congested toad, I thought I tell you about a time when I caught the pig flu. Stay healthy, folks.
This week I managed to dodge one snow storm and walked into the middle of another. I guess to go with the theme, here is a story of a tornado and muscle relaxants.
So I thought about telling a story about New Year's Eve from a long time ago, and of course, something happened this NYE that throws the whole idea out of the window and into a "naked" frenzy.
Sometimes you win something. Sometimes you lose something. What is important, however, is that when we lose something, we ask my dad, Smiley, and he will tell you exactly where it is.
My weekend was a cringe fest due to a corporate comedy show that turned into a hostage situation. To make myself feel better, I thought I'd take us back in time to a place where a band called PMS once existed.
This week's Son of Smiley Podcast has become a place for confessions. One special confession involves me being a evil mastermind that caused someone to be choked on the stairs. Please forgive me.
Sometimes in life we are so dedicated to what we do and what we know that we forget to involved others. Sometimes these misinformation create surprises, and other times they create a story about a math hating boy scout.
In this first episode, I talk about learning to accept things as they are with a story about my dad's videos.
I am happy to announce that the first episode of Son of Smiley Podcast will air on Monday Nov 21st. I look forward to sharing many strange and wonderful stories with all of you.