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An award-winning podcaster is swapping the studio for the stage in his debut one-man show at the Greater Manchester Fringe.
Stand-up poet Daniel J. McLaughlin - a podcast producer for Reach, the UK's biggest publisher - will debut 'Rant in Iambic Pentameter' at the summer theatrical festival in July.
The show, which is part-poetry, part-comedy, part-philosophy, and fully profanity laced, pokes fun at parts of McLaughlin's life, including his diagnosis as a manic depressive.
"Well, it's cheaper than paying for private counselling, and probably quicker than the NHS waiting list. As the old saying goes: a genius is a madman with an audience. I just need an audience, otherwise I am your run-of-the-mill madman," the 28-year-old comedian said.
"But don't worry, it's not a bleak 60-minute show where I whine, "Woo is me." There is far too much of that self-pitying nonsense in the poetry scene. I am here to entertain, first and foremost.
"And even in the bleakest moments, mental illness can be bloody funny. My time spent on a mental health ward contained some of the most hilarious moments in my life - I'll write about it someday."
Salford-born McLaughlin, who was raised in Oswaldtwistle, Lancashire for the first 18 years of his life, combines his rants with rhymes, discussing God, Grindr, geese, gay life, and "the bloody government".
His sexuality plays a big part in 'Rant in Iambic Pentameter'. The self-titled "part-time poof" jokes about his bisexuality, experiences of homophobia and hate crime, and lack of success on the dating apps.
"I appeared on the One Show at the start of the year, discussing my attack on Canal Street by a drunken homophobe. It was an important bit of film, but at the same time, it was a bit too worthy for my liking.
"I don't want to be preachy. I don't have a megaphone, or a placard, or a soapbox - I have a microphone and far too many swear words."
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It’s no secret, you don’t get any younger when you wake up. The best thing is to wake up accept you’re old and find a nice retirement home.
Every time I sign up for a website and it asks my my age I have to scroll down the drop down menu like I’m spinning the big wheel on...
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I am insulted by the girl that commented on my last photo..that i had to delete because apparently she got the wrong idea from it. IT WAS A JOKE. and I'm sorry if you got the wrong idea..but i am in no way and never will be a teenie. I have loved these boys since 2007 and I would NEVER do something to upset them. me and my friend thought it was funny and thought we could make a picture, i have noticed how bad that it was to do that and I am sorry. oh and on my name and how you think i called myself that because you think I think i'm going to "marry them". I needed a username. I like the jonas brothers. it was sort of an obvious choice, but I do NOT think I will marry them. I thought the video was funny. yes I was out of line for making that picture. and i am sorry. but attacking me because of it does not make you the better person.
sorry for my rant. but i do not like it when people attack me without knowing exactly who they are talking to.
"Rant" is a Chuck Palahniuk's 2007 novel, and this is my take on how the main character, Rant Casey might look like. Disturbing, I know. But it is Palahnuik. Drawn on paper then colored digitally
Have you seen more of the work of this street artist? I'm trying to make a collection of his writings. I've found 5 of his "stream of consciousness" writing by now. (Rotterdam)
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Wednesday 7-5-2008
A group of dirty rabid gay's, that = the police of Aalsmeer.w.w.w.nl.
and then they say "hey go out of the way"
and then I say Wiiliam 3d the third,
what 're you talking about.
Edwin, maybe I've gone to the d(D)oemkade-
A13-A15-highway-Airport Zestienhoven
Indian village direction of Delft
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I was standing at the bus stop waiting to go home and this guy was ranting to someone on a bluetooth headpiece. He also was swigging from a 40 that's hidden in the backpack above the ticket machine.
The video is sideways because I was letting the camera hang down at my side like I wasn't recording him.
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Rembulan diatas pucuk ranting cemara..
Perumpamaan Seperti berharapnya pohon cemara berbuah bulan di rantingnya dan bagaimana bisa pohon cemara berbuah bulannya kalau itu hanyalah di penglihatan mata saja yang seolah-olah berbuah bulan di atas pucuk rantingnya atau bahkan berbuah bintang di ranting- rantingnya..? Padahal yang sebenarnya apakah sang Rembulan hanyalah bersinar bercahaya menyinari siapapun juga ketika berada di gelap malamnya ataupun berada dalam kehampaan jiwa yang bukan hanya pohon cemara saja yang disinarinya dan mereka berharap bulan berada dipangkuannya…?
Lalu siapakah yang salah atau menganiaya apakah pohon cemara berbuah Rembulan ataupun bintangnya ataukah yang sebenarnya hanyalah berbuah cemara saja hasil dari apa yang dikerjakan atau diusahakannya di dalam pengharapan dalam diamnya dan tetaplah benih pohon cemara hanya akan menjadi pohon cemara ataupun hanya berbuah cemara dan tetaplah juga bulan bersinar bercahaya di gelap malamnya melintasi adanya kehampaan malamnya berjalan bercahaya menyinari siapapun juga di gelap malamnya yang kadang terlihat juga seperti berada di atas dahan cabang ranting pohon cemara atau seperti ada pada suatu kebiasaanya sebagai peringatan perhitungan atau penanda adanya bilangan yang terbilangnya ataupun waktunya..? Jadi siapakah yang salah atau menganiaya apakah saling menganiaya atau kah tidak ada yang saling menganiaya atau tidak ada yang menganiaya kecuali dirinya sendiri yang bersalah atau menganiaya..?
Dan jika pepohonan itu layaknya sang rembulannya yang ketika ada pada musimnya bertebaranlah bersemilah dedaunan dan bunga memenuhinya di ranting cabang-cabang dedahanannya atau seperti layaknya bulan purnama apakah masihkah kita bisa melihat bintangnya di balik ranting dedahanannya dan ada kalanya bunga serta daunnya mengalami masa gugurnya seperti bulan sabitnya atau hanya tinggal cabang dedahanannya dan masihkah kita tetap melihat bintang gemintangnya yang cahayanya menembus kegelapannya kehampaan kekosongannya keluangan kerenggangannya bahkan meskipun daun dan bunga memenuhinya atau seperti ketika di bulan purnama jadi apakah telah terbelah bulannya atau sudahkah hancur sang rembulannya dan menjadikannya ada di bentuk sabit atau purnama yang menjadikan perhitungan atas dirinya dan menceritakannya mengatakan tentang dirinya…??
Bintang cahayanya menembus kegelapan kekosongan kehampaan keluangan kerenggangan..
Dan biarkan mereka sendiri yang bersaksi atas dirinya dan mengatakan tentang dirinya..?
Bintang berkerlipan bercahaya di kegelapan malam dan tetap berjalan di jalur yang terang dan cahayanya menembus kegelapan kehampaan kekosongan keluangan kerenggangan..
Dan biarkan mereka sendiri yang bersaksi atas dirinya dan mengatakan tentang dirinya..?
Keberagaman suatu nyata di dalam bayang seribu fatamorgana dan tetaplah jua bulan menjadi saksi atas dirinya diatasnya begitu pun gunung menjadi saksi atas dirinya di bawahnya…?
Gunung adalah gunung yang berasal dari buminya dan begitu pun bulan adalah juga sang rembulan yang bercahaya…?
Jadi sudah jelaslah mereka bersaksi atas dirinya dan masing masing tidak ada yang saling menganiaya kecuali diri mereka sendiri yang menganiaya tentang adanya diri mereka jadi siapakah yang bersalah ataupun menganiaya..? Gunung adalah gunung yang tercipta dari buminya dan menceritakan atas dirinya begitupun bulan adalah juga sang rembulan yang bercahaya..? Dan menceritakan juga atas dirinya dan gelap malam bisa membaca atas diri mereka di penglihatan sang mata..? Bahwa mereka hanyalah bercahaya di gelap malamnya..?
Di dalam sebuah keteguhan sang gunung yang meredam dan menjaga bisa saja terbelah hancur menjadi kepingan fatamorgana ataupun tandus lagi rata maka biarkan lubang lubang yang menganga itu menceritakan semuanya atau biarkan desir pasir yang kan menjawabnya..? Lalu bagaimana dengan adanya bulan yang terbelah bercahaya maka biarkanlah bulan sendiri yang menceritakannya di sabit atau purnama yang menjadi petunjuk atas dirinya bahwa adanya perbuatan di dalam gelap atau terang pasti akan kelihatan atau ada dalam penghitungannya ataupun tidak dibalas melainkan sama dengan apa yang diperbuatnya dan akan kembali lagi di sabit atau purnama sebagai penghitungan atas dirinya..?
Layaknya Retak terbelah cermin kaca seribu bayangan dalam fatamorgana dan tetaplah jua mencerminkannya tentang siapakah dirinya jadi siapakah yang bersalah atau menganiaya meskipun berbeda tetapi tetaplah cermin kaca di retakan kepingan seribu fatamorgana hanya akan mencerminkannya..? Maka bercerminlah atau berkacalah siapakah dirinya ataukah siapakah saya dan hanyalah dirinya ataukah hanyalah saya..? Bercermin berkacalah.. Dan Terlihat seperti apakah dirinya tampak seperti apakah di cerminnya..?Hanya dirinya ataukah hanyalah saya.. Lalu siapakah yang menganiaya..? Hanyalah dirinya ataukah Hanyalah saya..?
Perumpamaan Seperti berharapnya pohon cemara berbuah bulan di rantingnya dan bagaimana bisa pohon cemara berbuah bulannya kalau itu hanyalah di penglihatan mata saja yang seolah-olah berbuah bulan di atas pucuk rantingnya atau bahkan berbuah bintang di ranting- rantingnya..? Padahal yang sebenarnya apakah sang Rembulan hanyalah bersinar bercahaya menyinari siapapun juga ketika berada di gelap malamnya ataupun berada dalam kehampaan jiwa yang bukan hanya pohon cemara saja yang disinarinya dan mereka berharap bulan berada di pangkuannya..
Gapai tak tergapai hanyalah sebuah cerminan ataupun bayangan dan adanya seberkas ataupun setitik cahaya terang menjadikan pada penerangan akan adanya kenyataan..
Setiap kesalahan atau dosa meskipun itu hanya setitik perbuatan buruk gelapnya akan ada balasannya atau tidak akan dibalas melainkan sama persis seperti apa yang dilakukannya atau akan kembali pada dirinya dan setitik perbuatan baiknya yang terlihat terangnya atau akan tampak terlihat dikalikan terangnya…
okay. this is my opinion and i dont care if people hate me for it. but FUCK SAKE MILEY. what the hell are you doing?! thats a great postion to have your body close to a guy.
youhave a great boyfriend. honestly i liked her and liam together but wtf is this? why does she need fucking attension by being a complete slut. i get your grown up and you are in an "grown up" movie that you have to fucking take your clothes off like 50% of the time but honeslty completely lost my respect. if i had a boyfriend like liam. i wouldnt EVER never EVER EVER!! do this.
thats just a new low even for her. im ashamed to say i was a big fan once. the old miley was better.
thats my opinion. you share yours.
The rain drifted down from the stormy sky onto the windscreen of the car as it crossed the bridge over the river. It was late into the night as he turned his head and strained to hear the sound of her beating heart. There was nothing!
His mind began drifting in and out of fragments from conversations. Oh god how it churned his guts! Like a moth to a flame he was drawn to the painful pleasure of prodding and poking his emotions for as many accounts of fleeting moments as he could deal with. At first the memories trickled in and were quickly absorbed, like a dry riverbed greedily opening up to the first of the summer rains. Sensations of exotic smells and snippets of conversations that were quickly swallowed and fed to that insatiable gutted monster that churned inside. Next flowed those fractured… fleeting images – individual moments that evolved and grew to form an eclectic reel of film without measurable scale. Time periods were jumbled and distorted as the movie slowed to capture what were now to be precious cherished moments before leaping on. Over and over they played until his brain became flooded and the river of emotion began to flow, washing away everything in its path as his entire body was filled with raw emotive turmoil.
Conversations, promises, tender moments, lies and deceit all came pouring in. Confusing conversations began to unravel themselves like the lifting of a veil.
“I suppose what I'm thinking is that no-one tells the truth. There's always these secrets lurking in the background about what people really think and then somewhere around the corner is a partner who's in the dark and totally unsuspecting”
The overwhelming memory was of how they had made love and of how he had waited as they kissed to catch and breathe in her expelled air in a fruitless attempt to be one united soul.
As the rain started to intensify she held out the fiame to him. Slowly the ghost like lovers caught within the fire began to diminish, until there was nothing left but memories.
She stood up and swaying gently in time to the music, lifted her arm as she praises her god – then slowly walked away.
Model: Faiza Faria
Today was beyond interesting. (yup it's a rant day)
I had Before and After TV, I had no idea what it was when i scheduled for it. It will be about the history of media, thus I'm thinking I will enjoy it.
Afterward I mozied over to the MCAD computer help desk to have CS5 updated onto my computer. Plus as a bonus I got my hardware updated to Snow Leopard (if that means something to you bravo.. i have no idea what it means) I had heard a rumor that they would be wiping the computers. Ironically last night my external hard drive stopped being recognized on my computer. I told the computer guy this and that if he did need to wipe everything I will just come back later. He said no and that he would personally make sure it didn't happen. Thus I signed a contract stating that if anything went wrong I can't sue or freak out at the computer desk.
So what happened? Yup you guessed it. My computer got wiped... I have lost everything, important papers for bills, music, all of my photos, gone. Well hopefully not cause they are trying to fix my external hard drive in apology but they said I shouldn't keep my hopes up. They also told me I was surprisingly calm... little did they know I was resisting from ether crying or flipping the table.
So there went the day I was going to do a lot of homework. I putzed around the house stressed and just plain tired.
I'm in for a loooong weekend.
P.S.
yet another photo I enjoy... :)
Here's to geriatric 'Francies', including Nancy Francies, everywhere. I do be wondering how much a really reliable, light-weight, chainsaw costs. I love the idea of rampaging zimmerframed pensioners, armed to the teeth, taking full advantage of their cheap public transport cards. I say cheap acos (sic) we don't have free pensioner travel here in Clogland, so mayhem would be cut-price, rather than free at the point of slashing. Though the idea of slashing pensioners on electric bikes, or mobility scooters, is also delectable, begorrah it is, to be sure to be sure.
Taken from inside MacAlpine's Coffee Shoppe in central Phoenix. The glow of the last gasp of daylight was just beautiful seen shining in for marvelous natural backlight. Best viewed large if you enjoy red, glorious red.
CRAFT RANT:
I know there are tons of Etsy sellers on Flickr. But the Flickr terms of service are quite clear that we can't use Flickr like a craft catalog. Yet I see many crafters who show an item in their Etsy shop and right underneath there is a link that says: Buy this here: and then their shop Url.
Why should I care? Because I don't do it, since I'm trying to comply with Flickr TOS and when someone else does it, they can get their account banned from the public stream. If Etsy or Artfire or other sites become enough of a nuisance, Flickr could ban us altogether. As it is, they do allow us to put webpage links up in our profile, and they even let us put Etsy in the tags, and there are many Etsy groups to join. So when people break the rules and theoretically make more sales on craft sites, I feel miffed. I know some crafters just don't know they are violating TOS, but many just don't care. Maybe they figure they can always start a new Flickr if they get banned. But it gives the craft communtiy a bad name.