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don't you just hate updates sometimes?! for example when you ALWAYS had a little tick where it says "warning when several tabs are closed?" ... somehow the update ignored it and I am a serious hundred-taba-open-all-the-time person ...
means - ALL flickr tabs had been closed ... all pics I was just commenting on and mails I was just writing ... so sorry in advance if I forgot to answer somewhere ... -.-
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.
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
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.
Dumbarton Oaks Gardens. October 15, 2024
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