tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79885735872713090682024-02-21T14:08:43.130+00:00Ruben's WorldAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04342598638147051788noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7988573587271309068.post-74787789207300821282019-01-06T17:02:00.000+00:002019-01-06T17:02:12.170+00:00This is me at open mics<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/fRAebG6HwLQ" width="560"></iframe>
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Shit comedians are still better than okay songwriters. Just saying.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04342598638147051788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7988573587271309068.post-92079083454968292842019-01-06T16:53:00.002+00:002019-01-06T17:13:31.791+00:00Comedy and life advice from the great Bill Burr<div style="border: none; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0cm; orphans: 2; padding: 0cm; widows: 2;">
<a href="https://georgetownvoice.com/2016/10/15/bill-burr-on-his-new-show-starting-in-standup-and-accessible-comedy/"><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Graham:
In the couple of years after graduation, what did you do to get into
the business?</span></span></span></a></div>
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<a href="https://georgetownvoice.com/2016/10/15/bill-burr-on-his-new-show-starting-in-standup-and-accessible-comedy/"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Bill:
Stand-up, it was always stand-up. I had a day job, I was living at
home with my parents. I paid off all of my credit cards. I had an old
truck, and I debated getting a new one, and I decided instead I just
had to rip the power train out and put a new engine and transmission
in. I remember this woman at work, she was all excited I was going to
buy a new car and I told her that I just had the engine replaced, and
she just made this face and goes like, “that was stupid.” I was
embarrassed when she said it because she was beautiful, and if you
are a true man and a beautiful woman says what you just did was
stupid, you immediately want to undo it. I realized very quickly that
what I did was not stupid. If you have a dream, one of the things
other than the drive and the passion and the mental strength as life
keeps slapping you down on the ground to not only get up but to get
up and go even harder, one of the major things is you have to keep
your expenses low. If an opportunity comes you can just get up and
leave. I continued to work my day job for a year in Boston, and at
that point I was making money as a comedian. And I was making more
money than I had ever made, and I didn’t have a car payment. I paid
off my student loans, I paid everything off. I just banked money
because I knew I was moving to New York. I saved up 10 grand, I had
never had more than 300$ in the bank. I was making 17, 18 grand a
year and I was able to save about 10 grand of that.</span></span></a></div>
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<a href="https://georgetownvoice.com/2016/10/15/bill-burr-on-his-new-show-starting-in-standup-and-accessible-comedy/"><span style="color: red;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Graham:
As a final question, if you could give one piece of advice to a
student at Georgetown who wants to go into comedy, what would it be?</span></span></span></a></div>
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<a href="https://georgetownvoice.com/2016/10/15/bill-burr-on-his-new-show-starting-in-standup-and-accessible-comedy/"><span style="color: #111111;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><b>Bill:I would just sit down, I would write five minutes of stuff that I think is funny, and I would sign up for an open mic, and when they call your name, go up on stage and see what happens. And then, don’t judge yourself, your first 15-20 shows it’s not about how it’s going, but it’s about do you have the nerve to go up there when they call your name. After you’ve done it 15-20 times, you can start to gauge things like “am I the person who just keeps the mic in the mic stand or do I take it out and walk around?” Just start the journey, and then once you become a comedian, be a positive force in the world of stand-up. Encourage other people, don’t steal jokes, don’t be an asshole … being a good person is a major part of it."</b></span></span></span></a></div>
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<span style="color: #111111;"><span style="font-family: "georgia" , serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-style: normal;">This
2016 interview with Bill Burr, <a href="https://georgetownvoice.com/2016/10/15/bill-burr-on-his-new-show-starting-in-standup-and-accessible-comedy/">here</a>.
Still packs a punch.</span></span></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04342598638147051788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7988573587271309068.post-15176772327757147832019-01-06T16:39:00.004+00:002019-01-06T16:39:44.062+00:00In a parallel universe<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/o4mIWoLg69Y" width="560"></iframe>
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Spectre could have had the best Bond theme ever, if they hadn't said no to this masterpiece,<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Spectre_%28song%29"> courtesy of Radiohead.</a>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04342598638147051788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7988573587271309068.post-79049577515797605042019-01-06T00:22:00.001+00:002019-01-06T00:22:40.233+00:00When Fisk goes Trumpian<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/D3sHkRZBK9c" width="560"></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04342598638147051788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7988573587271309068.post-47806334284675301872017-07-13T10:55:00.000+01:002017-07-13T10:55:32.719+01:00An Evening with the Philosopher<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Is there an illness common to all of us, something not even medicine can tackle - a sort of incurable, long episode of Love Island?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Perhaps," said the Philosopher. "But I would rather submit myself to the mysteries of waterboarding than watch an episode of that. You want to challenge me intellectually? Bring me an episode of the Jeremy Kyle Show."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We gathered around the Philosopher every evening, attempting to emulate his almost divine wisdom. Instead, we would end up digesting cheap Aldi wine and wondering why we didn't choose paint stripper instead, as it would have tasted the same. We mostly looked at memes and released drunk farts, whilst the Philosopher described his views on life and occasionally picked his nose in the most serene manner.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"I don't like discussion, especially arguing, as I think argument is an exercise in ignorance. How can someone prove whether they are right or wrong? Opinions are immaterial as we can't prove them scientifically... so what we can discuss are the morals behind each idea or person. Which is better, Jabba the Hutt or Chewbacca? Corbyn or May? Obi-Wan or Palpatine? A pointless exercise, although I must point out the DUP is to Theresa May what Jar Jar Binks was to Darth Sidious."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">We looked at each other silently and heard a rattling noise in one of the bushes nearby as we sat around the fire. I got up to check if it was some sort of wild animal only to find it was nothing as dangerous but merely Hansel, one of our loyal students, masturbating.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">"Politics bore me. Unlike Hannibal Lecter, I have very little interest in seasoned politicians," said the Philosopher.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"So what interests you, honorable Philosopher?" I asked. He paused for a second and looked at me with sweet eyes, sweeter than those of a prostitute from Prague who is about to mug you at knifepoint.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"We have been questioning ourselves since the dawn of time: is there life after death? This is something many religions have attempted to answer, and in my view failed. Because perhaps the foolishness lies not in the answer but the question itself. Do we need life after death? Do we need a perpetual cycle of tiny Donald Trump hands sexually assaulting us? Perhaps we don't. But there is a sort of life after death. Or have you not witnessed the faces of these celebrities after a plastic surgery? These people, who clearly belong more in the set of The Walking Dead than on Celebrity Big Brother prove that."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">"Life after death is no mystery. A mystery is who the hell is writing the lyrics to Nicki Minaj's songs, these deep and thoughtful poems, chronicle to the life of this somehow famous singer whose butt looks like a road roller. In a sense, it gives hope to all of us who are intellectually challenged, I suppose."</span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04342598638147051788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7988573587271309068.post-2859344241188748542015-10-16T14:36:00.001+01:002015-10-16T14:36:30.776+01:00From Australia with love<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/k6_G5PlEXdk" width="640"></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04342598638147051788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7988573587271309068.post-50287727064397762662015-10-09T21:55:00.001+01:002015-10-09T21:55:31.132+01:00When I have people coming around nowadays<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04342598638147051788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7988573587271309068.post-70399499741267572272015-10-02T15:58:00.001+01:002015-10-02T15:58:33.878+01:00Thank you Spike Jonze.<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/SU6KFnGF9M8" width="640"></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04342598638147051788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7988573587271309068.post-59906754462823631902015-10-01T12:57:00.002+01:002015-10-01T12:57:50.206+01:00"And she shows you where to look among the garbage and the flowers"<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="360" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/ZX0CfFdk-jw" width="480"></iframe>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04342598638147051788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7988573587271309068.post-58930802839617405322015-10-01T12:11:00.002+01:002015-10-01T12:59:38.824+01:00<a href="http://noisey.vice.com/blog/black-queen-video-ice-to-never">"Being in a band is like having a conversation with someone, but with other people watching or listening to the recording. You need to have something new and honest to say, so the conversation is stimulating and interesting and revealing. Nobody wants to have the same conversation twice, and it certainly probably wouldn’t be interesting to hear or see from the outside. Once you resolve something, you have to find something new. Or else you’re just a character repeating a script like a long running theater production. I’m not as self destructive as I was then, I know too much, I’ve been through too much since the last one, a lot of the poison is gone, but there’s still some in there. I just have to dig and scrape around a bit harder to get to it. "</a><br />
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Dillinger Escape Plan's Greg Puciato, <a href="http://noisey.vice.com/blog/black-queen-video-ice-to-never">here</a>. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04342598638147051788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7988573587271309068.post-73460102047034555182015-07-20T13:07:00.000+01:002015-07-20T13:07:03.049+01:00Mastery comes at a price<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Imagine a universe where the promoters of The Sixth Sense and The Usual Suspects put these films' respective plot twists in the trailer. That would be pretty stupid, right?<br />
<i>Right?</i><br />
So the Terminator Genisys crew goes and does<i> that</i>. Oh well.<br />
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It's not terrible. It's good. And it's bad. Confused? Same here.<br />
Of the non-James Cameron Terminator movies, it's probably the best, but still not good enough.<br />
It can't decide on what it wants to be, and that might be its biggest failure.<br />
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Endless nods to the original Terminator and Judgement Day are found here, if only to be noticed by the hardcore fans - those new to the franchise will be lost. But then even the fans will be confused at the many changes, twists, turns, timelines crammed in to try to make the movie interesting - making it in fact more annoying than mind-bending.<br />
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If I could suggest an alternative title for Genisys, it would be The Terminator Monologues. Some screenwriting basics: characters <i>explaining</i> stuff is not as good as characters <i>doing</i> stuff. Because that's what happens most of the film. Kyle Reese explains stuff. Sarah Connor explains stuff. John Connor explains stuff. Arnie explains stuff. And there's action in between the explaining of stuff. But much of this stuff isn't really worth explaining. And no one cares about this stuff anyway.</div>
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<b>'Bite me'</b></div>
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Perhaps the strongest point of Terminator Genisys is the attempt to recover some of the humor present in Judgement Day and the silly one-liners only Arnie can deliver. Emilia Clarke brings some good energy to the role of Sarah Connor, only for Jai Courtney to show less emotion than a Terminator.</div>
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<b>Strong Points</b></div>
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<li>The action scenes are good, even if sometimes hugely unrealistic</li>
<li><b> </b>Plenty of good ideas - John Connor and Matt Smith's characters - but executed poorly</li>
<li>Bringing back some humor that was missing from the franchise</li>
<li>Emilia Clarke and Arnie on top form</li>
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<li>Too many callbacks to the James Cameron Terminators</li>
<li>Excessive monologues: can we see stuff happening instead of stuff being said? Please?</li>
<li>Jai Courtney's acting is borderline comatose</li>
<li>The dialogue becomes very cheesy, in particular towards the end of the movie</li>
<li>'Killer app' - whaaaat? </li>
<li>Jason Clarke: what a waste of a good actor </li>
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Apart from some good action scenes and funny moments, the film is nothing more than a mishmash of<b> </b>old ideas presented in a new packaging that adds little and confuses more the Terminator mythos. One more Terminator film like this and you may well find yourself rooting for Skynet.</div>
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Perhaps the most interesting and overlooked part of the movie is Arnie's Terminator mention of a time where he worked in construction. Can we see that spin-off please?</div>
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'T-800 the Builder' would be a great watch.<b><br /></b></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">Daredevil</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">T</span>he best thing Marvel has done yet in the MCU. Period.</div>
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I knew Charlie Cox was very good in Boardwalk Empire (a totally underrated show) and Vincent D'Onofrio, well, he's been one of my favourite actors since I watched <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BzSsLiBPX38">Stanley Kubrick's 'Full Metal Jacket</a>' back in 2006. </div>
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Not so much of a surprise then that D'Onofrio delivers the greatest Marvel villain yet (sorry Tom Hiddleston and Loki), living out a <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kingpin_%28comics%29">Wilson Fisk</a> that is a fiery, ferocious child monster that makes us empathize with and fear him all at once. Like all the great villains do.</div>
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A word of advice Marvel: stop killing off your villains, you'll have none left soon.</div>
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PS: Malekith, Ronan the Accuser and even Thanos are soulless villains. Learn from Wilson Fisk and get better. If you don't treat them like a true character but a mere obstacle to the hero(es), no one gives a shit about them.</div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">A criminally ignored sci-fi. Like the remake of Battlestar Galactica (a masterpiece, go watch it), this is a meticulous, well-thought show (Apart from some bits of seasons 4 and 5 which seemed to be all over the place).</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">It starts out like a CSI-meets-X-Files and turns out to be a very complex and rewarding experience, with so much detail you should probably not miss a single episode </span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-size: small;">(unless, of course, you have a life, since some of the earlier seasons amount to about 22 episodes. Ouch!)</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Plus, John Noble's performance over five seasons was criminally ignored, of course, because it's science-fiction we're talking about. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Remember Rutger Hauer in Blade Runner, Sigourney Weaver in Aliens or Michael Biehn in The Abyss? That is the company in which John Noble's interpretation of Walter Bishop should be. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Do you know Shep Gordon? No? Ask yourself why, because the guy is a genius.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">We tend to associate genius with art or science - meet the genius of management.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;">The documentary, directed by Mike Myers, shows how Gordon has single-handedly, among other things:</span><br />
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<li><span style="font-size: small;">Turns the unknown Anne Murray into a star by having her take a picture with John Lennon and the <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Hollywood_Vampires">Hollywood Vampires;</a></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size: small;">Faced with Alice Cooper's unknown status in England, has a truck with a picture of a naked Alice posing with a boa constrictor break down in the middle of London. The media coverage resulting in - ta-da - Wembley selling out;</span></li>
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<span style="font-size: small;">Really good documentary about a genuine nice guy. </span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04342598638147051788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7988573587271309068.post-16653344933420344122015-06-08T02:40:00.000+01:002015-06-08T02:40:21.032+01:00<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Netflix does kick ass. Lenny Abrahamson's film Frank, far from being perfect, is still a joy to behold. A film about strange creative people in creative relationships and processes.<br />
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Contrary to anything and anyone, Frank the character doesn't have much of a process, he is the prototype of the mad genius. A myth, more than a man. After all, he can write songs about anything. <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5mZ9dkeSQRE">Really</a>.<br />
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Based on Frank Sidebottom, Chris Sievey's comic persona, and inspired by Captain Beefheart and <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uqNOIvjyeHk">Daniel Johnston</a>, Domhnall Gleeson, Maggie Gyllenhall are great, but Michael Fassbender is just incredible. For a guy who spends 90% of the movie wearing a fake head, he does a hell of a job.<br />
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<a href="https://vimeo.com/103259403">Michael Fassbender cantando I Love You All en The Colbert Report 6 Agosto 2014</a> from <a href="https://vimeo.com/fassbenderfan">Michael Fassbender Fan</a> on <a href="https://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.<br />
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Stephen Rennicks whose responsibility of coming up with all these crazy ass tunes fell upon, gave a pretty interesting interview to LA Weekly. <a href="http://www.laweekly.com/arts/the-story-behind-the-bizarre-songs-michael-fassbender-sings-in-frank-5009769">The whole process is messy</a>, as Austin Kleon would put it.<br />
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Just go ahead and watch it, it's good stuff.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04342598638147051788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7988573587271309068.post-400781309526808222015-06-06T18:00:00.000+01:002015-06-08T02:34:03.356+01:00<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/David_Ogilvy_%28businessman%29">David Ogilvy's</a> 'On Advertising' has some great advice on recognising big ideas:<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04342598638147051788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7988573587271309068.post-79888534700886748882015-06-02T00:47:00.001+01:002015-06-02T00:47:55.373+01:00Good shout, Darth Maul.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">T</span>he light tortured my eyes in unacceptable ways. That fateful morning, I reflected on the meaning of life as I struggled with the smell of my own breath and armpits.<br />
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What had I done to deserve such severe livelihood? Had I been subjecting people to such painful experiences and sorrow that they were being led into madness and suicide? Was I a Mick Hucknall for the Youtube generation?<br />
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Maybe I should have had dinner instead of wine, beer and toilet water.<br />
Maybe I should have avoided eating a whole Golden Syrup cake that had given me a irritable bowel syndrome and could have led me to spray paint the streets in poo?<br />
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I had been flustered in my existence by the breath of some drunk Polish guy and a vision of hell: an amateur porn video from 1997 that looked more like a horror directed by Eli Roth.<br />
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My being was sanguine, hell, I lived a joyous life. I sang and danced on the fields like Julie Andrews and I burped and farted and I once gave a hobo an expired credit card. Why would the universe want to mess with me?<br />
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Worst of all, I struggled to find the most beautiful woman in the universe, who I encountered leaving the bathroom of a pub whose name I can't remember on purpose. She had probably gone for a poo and a selfie, but she looked so naive and ethereal I wondered for a moment if I hadn't roofied myself.<br />
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I knew her name and attempted to stalk her on social media, to no avail. How can I find her? What am I? Who is this fat ginger bird in my bed? Some questions, I came to believe, are meant to remain unanswered. Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04342598638147051788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7988573587271309068.post-70813155331450877232015-05-15T21:43:00.002+01:002015-06-21T23:51:00.271+01:00the comedian and his turtle, number three.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCKIMoVVd81ifcjURWovzVmEyfUQGcgKkRkdgQluxNbtH3XQDUpWbcv8tqYreVC44Col9OXBgwNl8MAtlBe28DX-jHPXaXdEa7_qKYigrdx3YcvxF9K8gZE_7l2y2WzuAl0m6wxZxqhR_r/s1600/13401601554_02eac8b748_z.jpg" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="221" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCKIMoVVd81ifcjURWovzVmEyfUQGcgKkRkdgQluxNbtH3XQDUpWbcv8tqYreVC44Col9OXBgwNl8MAtlBe28DX-jHPXaXdEa7_qKYigrdx3YcvxF9K8gZE_7l2y2WzuAl0m6wxZxqhR_r/s320/13401601554_02eac8b748_z.jpg" width="320" /></a><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">H</span>e used to wake up and dream of making people laugh. He misses the days where the skies weren't so grey, the food so shitty, and all the women he had sex with morbidly obese. Life was to him a torture and his existence futile. The comedian hadn't made his bed in months and still slept amidst some leftover cheese biscuits from 1993. He smelled like a rancid scrotum, and that was far from being nice.<br />
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Something was missing from his life, something beautiful. A naked picture of Jennifer Lawrence perhaps, he thought. But he already had acquired that because he was a pervert who couldn't help look at titties, no matter what. The whiskey in his cornflakes wasn't helping and as a drop of sour tomato soup fell from his beard into his crotch, he felt a deep sadness.<br />
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The turtle had left. His friend and companion of many years had abandoned him. One morning, he had told him he was leaving to buy cigarettes and never came back. He didn't even smoke, but he didn't argue with him. After all, he was a talking turtle and for someone who grew up watching mutant turtles eating pizza, that was sort of okayish.<br />
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Now without a soul to tell stories about his comedy misfortunes he was alone. Every day for the last six weeks he had tried to commit suicide and failed. He wasn't very good at anything in particular, apart from playing checkers. He could play that shit really well.<br />
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Where could have he gone? The town had only thirty-five square metres and most of that space was occupied by fat people on mobility scooters outside Greggs. Who would know. Plus the turtle wasn't very good at hiding, a fact proven before in a game of hide and seek, where he put himself in between pages three and five of The Big Issue for seven months.<br />
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Tired of looking for his Galapagos friend and potential ninja, the comedian entered a strip club. The sight of breasts appealed to him and made him cry for a moment. Then he realized he wasn't in a strip club but merely at his local pub and the breasts belonged to a inebriated football hooligan. <br />
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He arrived at an actual strip club at last. After thirty-three shots of Sambuca with a Romanian stripper, he was ready to give up on life at last. He would throw himself in front of a train. Hopefully one that wasn't stationary, like last time.<br />
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"Comedian! You twat!" the turtle shouted from the other end of the room. Happiness filled the comedian's face.<br />
"Turtle, you're alive!" he said.<br />
"I was hoping you had killed yourself by now man. You were totally about to when I left, I didn't fancy staying to clean up your corpse mind you. Especially considering I'm only an imaginary turtle and all."<br />
"It's okay, I understand." the comedian said, crying. "I love you!"<br />
"Now that's just disgusting." said the turtle "At least suicide I respect you know. You stop bothering people with your shit. It saves a lot of time and money and there are plenty of people on this planet already, watching Pop Idol and whatnot. I'd rather have you die choking on your own balls or something. Like a man. Because I care about you."<br />
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Suppose he was right, the Comedian thought.<br />
He had spent his entire time feeling sorry for himself, when he could have been doing something productive, like catching gonorrhea. He could have had a monstrous baby with a minger, whom he would have to end up drowning to protect the environment.<br />
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"You're a downright pussy," the turtle said. "Not like a cat or a vagina but a real fucking pussy."<br />
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"All you do is sit at home all day watching porn and as much as I like Two Girls One Horse Plus Three German Shepherds it does get boring after the twelve-thousandth time. Get out there, get drunk, fuck shit up."<br />
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Suddenly a glimmer appears around the turtle and he grows angel wings. He becomes like an angel turtle and that's just weird. God must be desperate for recruits. The turtle flies to the heavens, leaving a poo on his way and a very special message in the clouds:<br />
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There was never a turtle. There was only him and his insecurity. His fear of failure. The turtle was a fragment of his imagination, an excuse he had developed to think that he sucked balls. But he didn't. He merely licked them. His dog's. Because someone convinced him the dog's bollocks were the best thing ever. And he believed it.<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04342598638147051788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7988573587271309068.post-64193208545813590172015-05-10T16:10:00.000+01:002015-05-14T16:10:54.004+01:00This one is called 'Eraser'<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04342598638147051788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7988573587271309068.post-55953771378152047072015-05-08T16:08:00.000+01:002015-05-14T16:08:40.211+01:00When the sister and I play hang man.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04342598638147051788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7988573587271309068.post-47648771868221021422015-05-07T16:20:00.000+01:002015-05-14T16:20:59.441+01:00Vote with your heart.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04342598638147051788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7988573587271309068.post-47759301904504279712015-05-05T16:06:00.000+01:002015-05-14T16:07:01.978+01:00Andy Warhol knows his shit.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04342598638147051788noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7988573587271309068.post-91451075802848126052015-05-04T19:00:00.000+01:002015-05-14T15:43:22.971+01:00May the fourth be with you<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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