The Rules

Evening.

This is just a little something to fill in time before major posts, and also to fill in time as i start the long process of waiting for the blockheads next door to turn down their fucking bass (this usually occurs between 1 and 2 AM, though sometimes they make it to 4...).

I'm just gonna post up a little Rule about making Rules for blogs...

Rule 1 - Never make rules about when you will post (this leads to pressure, and in turn bad quality posts. It also gives readers [if they ever get passionate enough about your blog, which is very rarely] an excuse to flame you for not posting within your own given rules. So keep rules, if you ever make any, to a content-based limit, though even in some cases these can cause inconveniences)

This is person out.

PS: (i'm not gonna post about it, but people that try to make something original even though it is blatantly mainstream is really starting to piss me off, wheres the creativity gone?)

Sorry for this, but there are things that need to be done

That there are. Well, sorry for a lack of posts over the last few pre-determined periods of time but i've just been churning out post after post over at another Blog. But since there are only four of you that read this blog, you've probably already been notified of this blog and are keeping tabs on it. Don't worry, when i have finished my work over there i will return here and fire up the bloggomatic and we'll be back in business.
This doesn't mean that i'm stopping all posts completely for IB, if something interesting happens, i'll be sure to post it up here as well.

Go do something else.

The Beginning Was The End

Well, this should be more of a posts than the other two today, due to the fact that i have some epic-win news for you few...

Pull out your power domes, DEVO is back in business, with the band saying at a live show that they have 5-10 years left in them.

They had been planning to release an album late this year, but that has sadly been pushed back to 2010.

three songs have currently been named for the album, which is currently being called 'Fresh'

-Don't Shoot (I'm A Man)
-Watch Us Work It
-Fresh

My top ten songs

just shitting with you...

Neon Lights

Nânâ ka maka
Ho`olohe ka pepeiao
Pa`a ka waha

i'll blog when i feel like it

:D

Jars of Preserved Organs

well, i've got 45 minutes to do a blog post and i can't find a scanner so 3 pictures of pretty awesome and original somethings will be up before the end of the holidays.

events in my life:
-my uncle is still funny
-my Mum has another reason to not let me drink soft-drinks, apparently they will melt my bones...
-got a wii on Thursday, novelty gone
-can't find a scanner
-my cough's coming back...

OK, now onto the post about something original; "modern comedy, how we've fucked up".

Now, first off i'll say that comedy is comedy, it is designed to make us laugh, i'm not trying to say that modern comedy is un-funny, i just feel like it's shallow and unfullfilling.

in the golden days of comedy, there were great people such as Spike Milligan, Ronnie Barker, Hugh Laurie and even greater groups such as Monty Python, The Goodies, and many more...

Back then comedy had a broad range of uses, it was in long, linguistically fantastic sketches (see: the Two Ronnies), but also simple, short hard-hitting sketches (see: The Fruit In Season, by Spike Milligan). Comedy shows could go on for an hour, bringing joy to their viewers/listeners (radio plays were pretty awesome [and common] back then. (see: The Goon Show)). Jokes were smart and got you thinking, they left a lot to the audiences imagination, a joke was something you had to work at, it wasn't given to you on a platter.People had an average attention span of one and a half hours, pretty long for todays standards, but thats for another paragraph. Their long attention spans would give the comedians freedom to spend minutes intricately setting up for a punchline, they had a 'large canvas' to use...

But now, in our'21st century' comedy seems to have fallen in a heap, we're talented comedians are few and far between, almost anyone can be taught to do stand-up with good timing. But the one thing that gets to me most about this modern humour is that there is no substance, no thought. People used to put in gaps in their sketches/radio shows/routines, for the audience to understand and appreciate a joke. but now if you listen to the radio, almost every joke is just given to us, 'pre-cooked', we get hit one joke after another, so many punchlines that we must laugh at at least one. we get little satisfaction, just a laugh. The brilliant vocabulary that was used to a comedians advantage in the past has been replaced with swearing and cursing. Sketch shows now have average sketches of around 30 seconds, this time fits nicely within our fancy new modern average attention span of 10-15minutes. But some sketches are one and a half minutes, but they have to be cut up into multiple sections and spread out in our half-hour shows.

Plans just got delayed by around half-an hour. That gives me time to start drawing, but i doubt that scanning will be happening anytime soon.

"Nothing happened, but it happened suddenly"

OP out...

A Dirty Bullet

So here I am, ill for the second time in this holidays(well, i'm pretty much cured, but i'm still on meds) , and this reccurence is much milder than the orginal infection. And currently because of the new spaces opened up on my timetable you can expect some moderately worthy posts soon.
I added another picture up top there because a certain *unoriginal cockbag decided to one-up Triffin's banner, again...
(by the way, that person in the second banner is depicting me, it is a self-portrait)

*The term unoriginal cockbag can in no way be attributed to the author of http://trifgetsby.blogspot.com/ and the contents of included posts.

My Little Red Book


My new banner is up, it is my rendition of Triffin's banner, and those little blue 'stars' in the background are actually put in constellations that would be seen in the southern hemisphere sky in October. Thought you outta know.

we shall fight on the beaches

that we will...

Well, it's been a while since my previous post but i'm here again to be mildly retarded for a paragraph or two and then leave you with no reason to complain.

First off, new layout. all shiney and spacey and i had all i had to do was copypasta, quite brilliant. The only problem is that the blogger bar is gone, so i need to visit another blog in order to log in, bit of an effort really.

Whooping cough has been a bitch to me for the past week and a bit, but i've got antibiotics now which don't make me any better, just stop me from being infectious, so i'm safe.

This sickness has also kept me at home, so i have nothing to write to you about except for the fact that i found a yellow pokemon pocket and have been playing pokemon red all the time, but the save function hasn't been working, so... fuck. I also found something equally awesome and more useable, but that's for another something.

Boredom is now setting in, batteries are running low and it's time to wrap up. Due to the boredom there will probably be a re-do of the blog's layout, one good enough to rival Triffin. Due to the batteri