I gaslit you. I left. I built a studio in my garage. And now I’m back.

This episode starts as a “hey I’m alive” update and slowly spirals into algae eaters, bombing onstage, heckler PTSD, the weird privilege of protesting, and overhearing the most unhinged family argument you’ve ever heard at a San Marcos restaurant.

Today’s Tuesday edition of Seven Minutes in Evan spirals beautifully out of control — from wholesome dad joy to Austin street chaos to horses being unwilling first responders. Evan talks about watching his daughter see a Christmas tree for the first time, creepy old men at breakfast complimenting families, his wife’s surprise jab power, and why Austin sometimes feels like “Jurassic Park but with fentanyl.”

Then: the rabbit hole of police horses, special-needs kids getting VIP horse moments, what parrots may or may not repeat, and the absolutely insane P. Diddy documentary (plus the producer he knows with a wild Diddy story). Evan breaks down why baby oil might be what finally brings down a rap mogul.

If you love Austin comedy, funny dad podcasts, chaotic storytelling, relatable parenting humor, or unhinged observational comedy — this episode is your church.

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“Jesus is coming” signs, brain rot, and the Giggle of God — yeah, we’re starting there.

In this one, I’m ranting about religious childhood trauma in the funniest way I know how — youth pastors whispering “Lord, come inside all of us,” yard signs that say “Jesus is coming,” and how wearing a cross is basically spiritual incognito mode plus a VPN for your sins. Observational humor meets absolute blasphemous brain rot.

Then I accidentally invent my new alter ego: “God’s Giggler.” I paint this whole scene of me backstage at an Austin comedy club with a tiny cigar, lightning in the ceiling, a kid in a Peaky Blinders hat holding a bucket, and me declaring, “God’s feeling funny tonight.” This is pure stand-up storytelling energy from an Austin comedian who’s maybe taken pre-workout for his imagination.

From there we slide hard into funny dad podcast mode: first-year parenting as a full-blown stress test. Baby breath-holding, fevers, rashes, thinking “Welp, guess my baby’s dead now” every 10 minutes, and realizing other parents were right when they said, “You are not busy until you have kids.” If you like parenting humor that’s way too honest, you’re home.

I talk about how having a kid nuked my ability to waste time on dumb arguments, turned my 2-hour gym sessions into 45-minute efficiency missions, and forced me to kill a bunch of ego just to survive. Less stewing in drama, more doing reps — in the garage and in life.

We also get into screen addiction and babies: my daughter going full Gollum over the phone, why we basically had to break up with FaceTime, and my fantasy of going full flip-phone while still needing Venmo, maps, banking, Amazon, and to run an entire career as a new comedian in 2025.

It ends kinda wholesome: how the holidays hit different now, why small-kid years are this fleeting magical window, and how I’m trying to stop living for “the next thing” and actually enjoy the mess I’m in. If you like relatable comedy, funny life stories, and listening to an Austin comedian overthink fatherhood in real time, this is it.

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Ever wonder what happens when your camera battery decides the length of your podcast? Welcome to fate-driven broadcasting.

In this episode, Evan dives into the weird mental gymnastics of performing for tight crowds (“I’m gonna loosen you up inside”), the unhinged brilliance of Liam Neeson’s movie contract (“Taken with Wolves”), and the underground economy of Austin’s copper-hunting homeless vampires. From battling zombie hordes under the freeway to confessing his love for Lime scooters, it’s a ride through downtown chaos, comedy grind talk, and a surprising moment of sincerity about ego, jealousy, and finding joy in other people’s wins.

It’s funny, chaotic, oddly motivating — and 100% Austin.

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Welcome back to Seven Minutes in Evan — the comedy podcast that’s definitely not seven minutes long. In this episode, I go from puns and Harry Potter fall vibes to the weird realities of the internet, free speech, and why short-form content is basically the junk food of our brains. We talk Life Below Zero and the peace that comes from doing something with a clear start and finish… like building a patio slab or watching Alaskans hang fish all day.Somewhere in there, I talk about being a new dad, the NICU, and how your capacity for love (and fear) changes once you’ve got a kid. Then I spiral into a rant about comedians flying to Saudi Arabia, jiu jitsu guys comparing themselves to sea creatures, and a Krav Maga class that taught me how to beat up imaginary pigeon feeders. 🎭 Live shows every Friday 6PM at East Austin Comedy Club📍Follow me on Instagram: @iamevanlopez

Comedian Evan Lopez drags podcast producer Diego Gonzales back to the mic for some good ol fashion good will hunting for brainrot. They debate whether “partner” makes you sound progressive, pretentious or both—and why Gen-Alpha slang keeps changing the rules; swap childhood wrestling memories—jorts, stunners, the Royal Rumble pop—and ponder CM Punk’s eternal straight-edge gimmick; but all leading to the big question. Does Wendy Williams have soul?.. Half.

New episode where we talk about the new Dire wolves and why man always tries to find a way to get rid of himself.

You can't be tooambitious in life when it comes to hot dogs and costco size queens of a hotdog. You can't be a young guy saying old man quotes. You can't be a shelter notdisclosing that you got a second generation street dog on your hands.

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