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Is everyone giving up?
Thu Oct 12, 2006 11:40 am
Seriously? I don't mind really I just need to know, cos if we have I'm gonna go home and masturbate and watch the simple life, cos if no one else is gonna try I'm not gonna be the only sucker trying.
I just saw another music video whe some pompous twats dicked around in silly hats for 3 MINUTES !!! it wasn't even for a low budget small band, and it wasn't even a piece of amazing choreography, its was just them dicking around thinking there cool, and what really gets me is everyone else enjoyed this! All the time people spend worrying about clever ideas, design, lighting, all things to make the 3mins of music video magical, nah they shouldn't bother, just get a fat guy in white pants to dance around for a while instead, forget all of Gondry's painstaking planning, all of Jonze's cunning and funny ideas, nah we'll just have a load of slutty shoreditch girls sitting in a circle fucking each others ears (by the way I haven't made these up they are all music videos, even my cynical mind couldn't think this low)
look I don't really mind if were all gonna give up and watch T4 for the rest of our lives, it stresses everyone out trying to be creative, I'm sure we would be so much calmer if we all went down the pub instead, I just wanna know, cos if that's the case I've got a great idea for my next video, now where can I find a glass to piss in...
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Look im a Giant!
Thu Oct 05, 2006 5:53 pm
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I think I saw Chris Evans
Wed Oct 04, 2006 5:05 pm
I got a flash of ginger as I was rushing back to work, after sneakily buying a comic book, and I’m sure it was him, you know the rich guy, he was on the radio and there was something to do with toothbrushes too, oh and I think he bought underage girls cars, the thing is I started to wonder why do I care?
I happen to walk past a fair share of famous people, because of my job and because of this I instituted a rule, only would I give any attempt of talking to a famous person I liked if I saw them 3 times, within the same month and so far that hasn't happened, and I’m glad, because the only classy thing I have ever heard being said to someone famous was to Dale Winton and the exchange went like this...
Prole: Are you Dale Winton?
Winton: Yes
Prole: ahh I’m sorry
Even as I type this I cannot convey the true sense of pity the prole had for him, there was no bitterness, and this wasn't some clever set up planned months in advance, just a chance meeting in HMV that led to everyone being put in there place.
The place being we should pity famous people. Why? I dunno, maybe I’m just in a nice mood but i was thinking, when you see someone you know in the street, you say hi, smiles and hugs are exchanged, except when there famous, because you know them, and they know that yet you will never have that loving exchange, now this may happen just a few times for us lowly gutter dwellers, but this is a constant for them, they know they will never get that smile, those hugs, just maybe a giggle or a catch phrase hurled at them, and well that’s got to suck, I like hugs
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Sexy Moonlit Garghh!
Fri Sep 29, 2006 11:52 am
moonlit Gargh!
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Its like watching my parents having sex
Thu Sep 28, 2006 5:38 pm
that's how i replied to my tutor when he asked me what it felt like watching my final year animation.
i thought it was one of the best things i have ever said, since it was
a) quite true, it was horrible to watch my own work, all my hours of labour of fear and dread summed up in a couple of minutes
b) funny, cos come on it is!
but no one else in the room thought that, in fact i got not a few funny looks for the rest of the year from some people. But the thing that really bugs me is it still embarrasses me, even now when i thought about it i went red!
i don't know if its just me but i get these flash backs of things i have done and go all shy and rosy cheeked everywhere, especially when I'm trying to get to sleep and i stress and worry about them for hours, i don't mind so much when its something i've done stupid, like recently getting a bit overexcited at a party, getting too wasted and ended up sweating like a waterfall for about an hour before then falling asleep in ball at the end of the poor house owners bed.
But dammit when i just give something a go and it dives, i should just laugh it off, but no, it sits there boiling away, getting bigger and bigger till i sit up in my bed at night in the darkness replaying the scene over and over again till it gets warped into some horrible Gothic nightmare version, imagining them all going home and talking about what a freak i am, thinking of all the damage i've caused to my social life, and how when i next walk outside they're will be every women i've ever had a crush on waiting to pull down my trousers and laugh at me wee wee.
so that's why i apologise too much.
oh yeah sorry that was the point of this, sorry....
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Garrrr!
Wed Sep 27, 2006 1:36 pm
garr, just some happy belated pirates day to you all, and i promise the next blog will be more funny than another rant....well mabye just a funny rant
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Am I meant to care?
Wed Sep 20, 2006 10:49 am
I love Blue Planet, I spent most of my free time this weekend just watching the most crazy and beautiful displays of nature since first disocvering babboons bottoms as a child, I saw the deepest depths to which humans have seen underwater, and the coldest places on this planet and seen thousands of creatures surviving in these places, all untouched by humans, left to themselves, the footage painstakingly capture over years of what must be tedious but eventualy rewarding work. It also made me feel guilty for once owning fish as a child, because somehow the little treasure chest that spat bubbles at them didn't seem as idylic as what I thought when I was a small tot.
After I wiped a tear from my eye, the majesty of mother earth filling my heart I then saw a bunch of kahki laden idiots cradling various either dangerous or fuzzy creatures in some bizarre honour guard to someone who bothered one too many animals.
I dont get it, I held back when he died I even accepted points about him being a conservationist, and mabye his death will spure on thousands more to help the creatures on this earth, but no. All it led to was a load of stingrays being killed by men almost as confused and thick skulled as the mob which burnt down the pediatricians house.
All he did was cheapen nature, pretend we dont have to respect this world, just mollycoddle it, and the only way to show something is to touch it, to prod it with a big stick, just with him the stick was him, so mabye we should celebrate him for that, for being so stupid and so impulsive, for doing something we would instantly scold a child for doing, but for him we gave endless tv series and even a movie.
What are we really celebrating when we celebrate Steve Irwins life? Well that all depends on one thing, why did he constantly insist on being part of the animals lives? mostly wildlife programmes pre Irwin were just naration, there to inform you while nature was left run its course, but with Irwins he couldn't do that, I dont know why, I have many theories but I can't know for sure, all I do know is I saw no majesty, becuase all we can ever do to animals is either house train them or eat them, and at least eating them is honest.
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Posh Girls
Sun Sep 10, 2006 3:18 pm
I've always had a thing for posh girls, even if there not that sexy I still always get a little wiggle in my pants when I see one, dammit even if I hear one my mind will translate that into some sexy bond girl walking past. I've never really cared to think about why it is I have a fantasy for them, theres never being any need, we all have our dirty little fetishes, be it race, region or job. Or Toby Maguire, the chicks seem to dig him, god knows why though, to me he's just some kinda weird man-boy who looks like he still gets his three meals a day through a nipple. But thats ok, I think we should all be allowed them, since we'll most likely never fufil those fantasies, and that if we do it will most likely be a big let down anyway
But back to mine, recently I was talking with my girlfriend (well I say girlfriend, I dunno if its being long enough to say that, so mabye it should just be a close friend who is also a girl and doesn't slap me when I kiss her...yet) and she was commenting on the fact men are so obsessed with the physical, at least when it comes down to sex, so it got me thinking about my fantasy, and why I want a posh girl. I certainly dont want a conversation with my fantasy posh girl thats for sure, the few posh girls i've spoken to are the most vacous, name dropping harlotts i've ever met so its definitely is a physical thing, mabye its the idea of ripping all those expensive clothes of them, mabye its the fact they wouldn't care about me ripping them because they can easily afford more, and mabye because I would be like some stable boy, all rugged and rough, taking there dainty femine....i can't think of a word that doesn't make me blush, but you get the drift.
Its true men prefer more physical things, but in general its because of how were brought up by society as a whole, action men, raping & pillaging vikings, the guy in the diet coke advert. Plus women are trained by society to look feminine and sexy, well I hate to say it but for men, I dont wanna get into that really because thats a whole other argument, but the only reason any of us bathe, buy expensive clothes, get haircuts, etc is for the other gender, hell nowadays men are just as bad, my 10 year old nephew cares nearly as much about his hair style as his pokemon, and he really does care for those pokemon.
So have I made my excuses for my fantasy, and the fact that men like porn, because thats what this comes down to, men like watching women getting made love to, or other women making love to other women, in a circle, like some infinity snake of lesbianism. Sorry, thats my subconcious coming through again. Porn and fantasy women for men, and even getting there girlfriend to dress up like some dirty schoolgirl, or dirty teacher, basicaly anything with a uniform thats dirty, is all about one thing, its about acceptance and being guilt free, my sexual peversions, fetishes, fantasies whatever you want to call them always make me feel guilty, but (I must stress at this point some of this is entirely guesswork) if your girlfriend dressed up like a schoolgirl, she isn't just saying 'oh look im your dreamgirly sexy fantasy' shes also saying, 'I understand and accept you find this sexy, dont worry, I dont want to leave you because of this'. And thats what you need really in the end, and thats all we wanted from porn, and fantasy ladies. Except the lady circle, thats just me. God I hope my parents never find this.
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Mmmm souls
Wed Aug 30, 2006 12:58 pm
I love meat.
I do, and I find everything else quite below it, vegetables are a giant inconvenience in my life and though I enjoy puddings and snacks, there always just a way to put off my craving for meat. This would not be a problem if this was 40 years ago, probably much less than that, but nowadays it is, a big problem, especially when going to restaurants.
We are all expected to want vegetables, because we need them, yet I don’t, now I can’t pretend to be championing some great cause here, I have never met anyone with my disgust of vegetables, and I do mean disgust, I even find seeing other people eat them, or the smell of them actually makes me gag, the only vegetables I will eat are mushrooms of a certain variety, and I can tell you getting those bad boys down is not an easy thing.
Yet when it comes to meat, its almost orgasmic to me, and I feel I can best explain by telling you of a restaurant I went to recently where for once I did not feel like a social outcast.
Bodeans, http://www.bodeansbbq.com/
It has pigs on the door handles! I was so happy, I had just being fed loads of free drinks by my darling sister, and now she was taking me and one of her friends to this nirvana, my pleasure dome, somewhere I had always known about in the back of my mind, though I was so afraid it would not be what I hoped I was scared to go. But it was. Oh god even the waitress was American, and as we all know the Americans are the king of meat, they have no need for fancy recipes, there dead cooked animals do that for them, they just serve them bbq’d and covered in spicy sauce, and that’s all is needed, I wont bore you with the various animals we gorged on, though I will say they had corn bread, and whatever genius came up with the idea to have, well lets face it cake with meat is certainly on my top 10 list.
It was cheap, had amazing (non-American) beer and wasn’t too pricey for Soho too, and though I have promised certain people I will only go once a month, I know I will find it hard.
But enough of this, the crux of my problem is this is a one off place, I cannot take people, or a certain person to this one place all the time so I don’t look like some monster, which I tend to look like when I go to normal restaurants, because there is a large amount of vegetables left on my plate, or I will have to scour every menu for that meal that hasn’t got vegetables rammed, or stuffed, cajoled, inserted, or something into my precious meat, and after a while its gonna look suspicious, plus there’s going to peoples houses for meals, so far so good, it ain’t happened, but it will soon, I can feel it and I’m scared, because I don’t wanna be a bad or rude person, but I also really hate vegetables. So any suggestions? Seriously I need to sort this out, help, please.
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Good mood, Bad mood
Tue Aug 29, 2006 9:57 pm
[  Mood: Happy ] [  Currently: Reading The Perfect Fool, by Stewart Lee ]
At the moment I’m in a good mood. A very good mood.
And for the time being I have a very good feeling this one will last for a good long time, which just adds to the effect. But I also know I will have to be in a bad mood again sooner or later, and that’s what’s bothering me.
Now I’ve being in plenty of bad moods, being in a funk, got out of the bed the wrong side, had a dark cloud over me, in fact I would like to think I have experienced the whole gamut of bad moods, from mild ones easily washed away by a nice warm bath, to the sorts which make you want to run down oxford street with a garden strimmer held up around about face height. But they didn't used to scare me much, because I knew I could get over them easily enough. Everything I was in a bad mood about, I had already being in a bad mood about some way or another before, like when your on a downer after a chemical filled night, you know why, you know it aint going away, so you watch friends, and eat lots of mango sorbet.
I even like bad moods sometimes, they let me focus my anger, not just my anger in fact everything, I’ve found jobs because I’ve being angry, got things to work, though I’ve broken just as many too, but it does propel me at times, and not just those moments when you see Picasso throwing paint and blood and bits of his body at the canvas to create some masterpiece, times when you become introspective and actually decide to change things because of your bad mood, to hopefully never let it come again, or just when it means you can settle down and wallow and do the little things you can never find time for usually.
But what I’m scared of is being in a bad mood about something new. I’ve never had the opportunity to be in a bad mood about it, and I don’t want to, I really don’t want to, because I am an artist when it comes to being in a bad mood and pitying myself, and this one is the big one, you know, the one that people like Richard Curtis write movies about, well he doesn't so much as write them as expel it from one of his mutant nipples, because that’s the only place such wussy drivel could come.
So I’m happy, really happy, and hopefully its going to be my general state for a good long time, but just in case its not, just in case I do something really stupid, get your time in now with happy, well adjusted Rick, because if it don’t last you aint gonna see it for a long time.
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A Mac vs Pc metaphor
Mon Aug 21, 2006 11:30 am
A Pc is like someone giving you a large number of ingredients, impliments, cooker, and anything else you need to cook a meal with, it takes more work, more time, but it can be done exactly how you wish, and at your own pace and style, whereas a Mac is like buying a ready meal at a supermarket, its quicker, smaller neater, and easier, yet you give away any control, any choice, you just become another person waiting inline with your single serving of whatever everyone else is having.
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