Why do super-people never go after the REAL bastards?
Woof. It's been a busy few days for this young lad - the usual mix of doing a gig, drinking, doing another gig, more drinking helping a friend promote their gig and attending said gig, continuing the drinking theme, dealing with a family crisis and, of course, fitting it all in around a full-time job. How did someone as terminally lazy as me ever end up with such a packed schedule?
I'm quite excited about a gig I did in Bristol on Sunday. Firstly, it was a complete surprise to me, which was fun (I'd turned up to watch without realizing I'd actually been booked to perform). I had to quickly scramble to dig up some new material from the recesses of my mind and my notebook, and ended up pulling off something that was pleasantly Not ShitTM. It was maybe even Quite GoodTM. Certainly the audience were making noises that didn't sound terribly disimilar to laughter. Some of it actually debuted in this here journal (Atum the Egyptian pervert god who sucked himself off, the dirty pervert - who am I kidding, I know I'm just jealous), so maybe I'm not completely wasting my time when I drop my excutiatingly dull thoughts in it after a long day at the office has sucked out off my joy of life.
The cool bit of the evening though was the fact that for the first time since I started this ill-advised foray into the world of comedy, my set got filmed! Not for TV or anything like that, just by a geezer I know with a camcorder. But that's all I need yo; I can hook up with him this weekend and I'll finally have a recording of myself so I can do some proper critical analysis of this shite I'm spouting all over the country. It's funny to think that the only person who's been to every single gig of mine is the only person who's never heard me perform (ie ME).
Oh yeah, I also get to indulge my super-massive ego and wank all over myself (figuratively, of course) when I watch the video and know that it's me on the screen, making 30 goths laugh in the back room of pub. Ah, what the hell, maybe I will wank all over myself!
Oh yeah, if I can get the video in a small and manageable format, I'll try and post it on here sometime.
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I've been heavily distracted in my lunch breaks this past week since discovering comic-fans' utopia Newsarama. It's completely cool. I had a bit of a chuckle to myself today when I thought about how much I was bitching last week about Muslims getting so worked up about the Danish cartoons, when I realised there are people nearly as rabid about the old Marvel vs DC rivalry. Seriously, if you put these guys in a room together and gave them knives, they would completely slit the other's throat to prove a point. I think I knew when I was writing that cartoon stuff that I wasn't really angry at Muslims, or Christians or religious people in general - I was just pissed off about people being assholes. Narrow-minded, reactionary assholes. And sadly they exist everywhere, people who just decide they hate another group of people and then produce a reason almost as an after-thought. The genius comic Daniel Kitson (who I went to see last week) put it best when he said that if you took away all religion, you'd just have people going to war with each other over colours. 'I like blue, who's with me? Let's fuck those red people up' (really loose quote).
People are cunts.
But I still love 'em.
Man, I need food. Laters.
I'm quite excited about a gig I did in Bristol on Sunday. Firstly, it was a complete surprise to me, which was fun (I'd turned up to watch without realizing I'd actually been booked to perform). I had to quickly scramble to dig up some new material from the recesses of my mind and my notebook, and ended up pulling off something that was pleasantly Not ShitTM. It was maybe even Quite GoodTM. Certainly the audience were making noises that didn't sound terribly disimilar to laughter. Some of it actually debuted in this here journal (Atum the Egyptian pervert god who sucked himself off, the dirty pervert - who am I kidding, I know I'm just jealous), so maybe I'm not completely wasting my time when I drop my excutiatingly dull thoughts in it after a long day at the office has sucked out off my joy of life.
The cool bit of the evening though was the fact that for the first time since I started this ill-advised foray into the world of comedy, my set got filmed! Not for TV or anything like that, just by a geezer I know with a camcorder. But that's all I need yo; I can hook up with him this weekend and I'll finally have a recording of myself so I can do some proper critical analysis of this shite I'm spouting all over the country. It's funny to think that the only person who's been to every single gig of mine is the only person who's never heard me perform (ie ME).
Oh yeah, I also get to indulge my super-massive ego and wank all over myself (figuratively, of course) when I watch the video and know that it's me on the screen, making 30 goths laugh in the back room of pub. Ah, what the hell, maybe I will wank all over myself!
Oh yeah, if I can get the video in a small and manageable format, I'll try and post it on here sometime.
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I've been heavily distracted in my lunch breaks this past week since discovering comic-fans' utopia Newsarama. It's completely cool. I had a bit of a chuckle to myself today when I thought about how much I was bitching last week about Muslims getting so worked up about the Danish cartoons, when I realised there are people nearly as rabid about the old Marvel vs DC rivalry. Seriously, if you put these guys in a room together and gave them knives, they would completely slit the other's throat to prove a point. I think I knew when I was writing that cartoon stuff that I wasn't really angry at Muslims, or Christians or religious people in general - I was just pissed off about people being assholes. Narrow-minded, reactionary assholes. And sadly they exist everywhere, people who just decide they hate another group of people and then produce a reason almost as an after-thought. The genius comic Daniel Kitson (who I went to see last week) put it best when he said that if you took away all religion, you'd just have people going to war with each other over colours. 'I like blue, who's with me? Let's fuck those red people up' (really loose quote).
People are cunts.
But I still love 'em.
Man, I need food. Laters.