1. 23:41 24th Jul 2014

    Notes: 17

    Reblogged from alan-davies

    alan-davies:

    QI and their stars

     
  2. 23:41

    Notes: 1

    Reblogged from momentsinreading

    This Is My Kind Of Pun

    momentsinreading:

    “I saw Michael J Fox at the garden centre the other day. It was hard to tell though, because he had his back to the fuchsias.” –The QI Elves

     
  3. 23:37

    Notes: 4453

    Reblogged from bonvivantx

    No matter where I am, I am always loving you.
    — Francesca Lia Block, Girl Goddess #9: Nine Stories   (via bonvivantx)

    (Source: larmoyante)

     
  4. An Improv Party Game: Morgan Schneiderlin

    I loathe rules and restrictions. And yet, I love playing games precisely because of rules and restrictions. Games don’t exist without the rules; the rules force you to do things in a certain way, and restrict you from doing things in certain ways, and that’s what makes it fun.

    It’s easy to say “Shutter Island”; how are you going to do it without making any sound, using only body actions and mime? How are you going to communicate it without saying Leonardo Di Caprio, Thriller, Asylum, Experiment, Hospital? How are you going to draw pictures and images and symbols to help your team guess it? The wonderful joy comes from stretching muscles and creativity we never thought we had, and from trying (and doing!) things we would never otherwise do.

    But that’s not why I came up with this game; I came up with this game because my team are crap. They talk too much, and do very little acting, and so I wanted to force them to act more, if not with their bodies, then at least with their words.

    An Improv Game:
    "Morgan Schneiderlin"

    Set-Up: Start playing an open scene. When the first noun is mentioned, pause the game, and introduce The Schneiderlin Rule.

    The Schneiderlin Rule: from now on, each noun mentioned is replaced by the word ‘Schneiderlin’. This applies for all nouns, names, Proper Nouns, activities, metaphysical concepts and SI Units. Pronouns (I, you, he, they) are not subject to The Schneiderlin Rule).

    Continue playing the game, observing how the actors must now use other contextual clues in their words and their mime to communicate what they are doing. End the scene once they get comfortable and thank them.

    Next, start another open scene, and when the first adjective or adverb is used, pause and introduce The Morgan Rule.

    The Morgan Rule: from now on, each adjective, adverb, or ‘descriptive’ word is now replaced by ‘Morgan’.

    Now play the game. Your players will probably (a) again try to add emotion, body language and mime to their sentences, and (b) give up and just gag with the word ‘Morgan’. Let them for a bit, end, and start a third scene.

    You know where this is going.

    The Morgan Schneiderlin Rule: Every noun is replaced with ‘Schneiderlin’; every descriptor/adjective or adverb is replaced by ‘Morgan’. 

    How does your group react?

    Group Notes: People found the game interesting as a non-performance game. Some felt liberated, making sentences with vague grammatical sense but no precise knowledge of what was going on. Others gagged (as they will). One or two tried to play with the spirit of the game and convey as much as they could with the word restrictions; but all was fine, because it’s a ridiculous rule.

    And rules are what make games fun.

    Data Freak / Behind the Veil: What follows is crunch and theory. Avert your eyes, the fun ends here.

    Ultimately Morgan Schneiderlin is very similar to a scene done in gibberish. The stated aim was to make the actors have the words do more work/use their body. Ideally the actors would think of a sentence, make mental substitutions, and realise they needed to convey more than just what their mouths could produce. This happened to varying degrees.

     
  5. 23:11

    Notes: 1443

    Reblogged from meetmebythewater

    meetmebythewater:

    > disgusting image

    > creepy image

    > uncomfortable image

    URGHHH
    > (disgusted sound)

    THEN WHY DID YOU REBLOG IT AND SHARE IT WITH EVERYONE ON YOUR DASHBOARD!?

    WHY

    I SAW TONGUES AND MOUTH AND TEETH AND IT WAS LIKE A H.P. LOVECRAFT HORROR

    WHY DID YOU REBLOG AND MAKE US LOOK AT IT AND GO URGHH WITH YOU

     
  6. #adayinthelife

    + Walking quickly
    + See hot girl in front
    + Check her out
    + Glance at her while overtaking
    + I actually know her
    + #awkward

     
  7. Today I Got Told Off

    People talk about frames. People talk a lot about psychology, and attitude, and personal energy, and mindset, and worldview. It’s come back to bite me in the arse, because the first speech I delivered at Toastmasters’ was about Weltanschauung, World-view.

    Right now I would like to write about weltzschmerz, “mental depression or apathy caused by comparison of the actual state of the world with an ideal state”, or, in the adroitly compounded German; ‘World Grief’.

    Today I got told off. I’m still not precisely sure why. I’d like to frame it as a motivational sort of thing, a useful wake-up call to get up off my lazy ass and start devouring information and licking the flames of my passion. It’s kind of a good opportunity to learn, at kind of an exciting time with an exciting place to be. Kind-of, sort-of, maybe.

    They also do say that one of the major factors of success is one’s boss, and I do feel a certain lack of guidance and knowledge being imparted upon me.

    The positive thing, though, that happened was that I went for a networking session. Invigorating. In another life, I wrote stories, in yet another life, I acted out stories, in every life, I see myself as a compulsive teller of stories, and today was an experience listening and telling stories and meeting people.

    I might bring others along; it’s somewhat fun. Or I might keep this secret pleasure (and lack of pressure) to myself.

     
  8. Comedy Set 13-19 Jul

    Australia slams ‘Extremist’ PETA for sheep abuse video

    • Now. I was thirteen, fourteen when I got my first computer, and the internet was starting up then, meaning I was there when Porn was still free.

      Happy days.

      Which means I’m a bit of a veteran when it comes to things on the internet. So you’re probably thinking of something different when I hear the phrase ‘sheep abuse video’.

      I thought it was something the New Zealanders do.

      Explains why they filmed the hobbit there, everybody has hairy feet. Woolly feet.
    • Let’s pause on the moment. When I read ‘extremist’ in the news, well, I read a lot of the news. Let me tell you what I think are extremists.

      When I think of extermists I think of the bloody Middle East. Literally bloody. Over there in the Middle East the Jews and the Muslims are throwing rocks at each other, a bit North of there the Turkish prime minister is trying to censor the internet, banning Youtube and Twitter, further North of that Russia conquered Crimea and everybody seems to have forgotten that, back in the middle east the Islamic State of Iraq and Syria are announcing a new Muslim Caliphate and slaughtering their way into Baghdad. That’s what I think of when I think ‘extremist’.

      Not PETA. A bunch of tree-hugging vegetarian-vegan hippies who recycle and don’t use plastic bags, that’s not what I normally think of as extremists. When I hear PETA I think of that kid in Hunger Games next to J-Law, or the dude who denied Jesus three times before the cock crowed.

      Peta doesn’t like this joke, by the way. They think the most important part isn’t the denial but the crowing.
    • I’m not too clear exactly what’s happening here, but allegedly it shows shearers bothering sheep. I’m not here to pass judgement, If you ask me about abuse of wildlife in Australia, I’m not worried about a bunch of dudes kicking their sheep. I think about Tony motherfucking Abbott, and the ways he’s dredging near the Great Barrier Reef, and the logging of forests in Tasmania, the shark culls, the defunding of scientific research and repealing carbon and mining taxes. Why the hell aren’t PETA up in his grill, I don’t know!
     
  9. 18:07

    Notes: 1

    Comedy Set

    Hello, hello, I am Darren. I am, ostensibly, a comedian.

    (awkward pause)

    • I wrote this set, it was tough to write this set, because it was difficult to find something about me to talk about, something unique, you know?

      They tell you, it’s always best to joke about your difference, to play up to stereotypes, figure out what kind of minority you are. Women tell women jokes, black people tell black jokes, white people tell black jokes…
    • So writing this, it was really tough, because I’m a guy, I’m Chinese, I’m in the majority here, surely, what can I joke about? And then of course I remember that I speak English, which, I have to say, many of my peers don’t, so I guess that makes me a minority. (weak)
    • Especially here, it’s like the US / EU embassy or something. It’s like the 1800s back here, we have white people in all the seats, the occasional rich Chinese face here and there, and the locals are serving beer or entertaining the white people.

    But that’s enough about you, let’s talk about me. I grew up in a former British colony, Singapore. I mean, it’s still a British colony, it was just a former one as well… (weak)

    • How am I a minority? Well, I’m young. Sort of, I guess. I’m young enough that I remember growing up when the internet was new. I’m young enough that I still don’t feel resentment because I haven’t worked out how much income tax I pay.
    • Seriously, it’s an odd time of my life. I’ve got a couple of odd jobs here and there, and it’s weird, because I’m actually now poorer than when I was fifteen. It’s weird. I remember being a kid, Mom giving you money every week, buying shoes and clothes and paying for everything. Now I have to buy everything myself and give her money too. I’ve never been poorer in my life, and now I’m actually making money.
    • It’s unsettling, too. I hope someone here is looking for a bright young chap to give a job to in a bank, because I desperately need it. I realised how poor I was when I went for an expensive haircut.
    • All my life I’d gone to crummy places for haircuts, you know, some old gruff Malay bloke with a rusty razor and a shaver. Give him ten dollars, he throws some curtains over you, quick move with the shaver, and you’re done. Ten dollars, always barbershops, for twenty years. No clue what I was doing with my hair, and neither did he.
    • So I went to this place, it’s called the Sultans of Shave or something. Harem of Hair. Folly of Follicles. Tsar of Scissors. Royalty of Razors. Something like that. I walked into the place, thought I was dressing quite nicely, got loafers on, shorts, bit of a shirt. Walked into the place, nearly crapped myself. There was a tailor’s mannequin wearing a suit in the corner. My barber was wearing a vest. My barber was better dressed than me!

      These guys weren’t all that atas, after all, I guess, because they were fairly young, I picked the cheapest thing, you know. But still, it’s terrifying to have the barber with better style than you. They had a drinks menu with whiskey that was almost older than me, and a shot of Japanese sake that cost four times what my basic haircut cost. That’s terrifying.
    • And, I know it might be a bit racist, but I found out my Barber was Malay, I relaxed. I know I said all the stuff about that Malay barber at the start, but he was okay. He was okay; he was just cheap. My mom brought me to a Chinese barber once, he honestly did the bowl cut thing. Seriously, me and my sister, bowl cut for me, bowl cut for my sister, stopped to give her the long hair at the back so my mom could tell us apart.

      I was relieved when my Barber was Malay because, let’s face it, Chinese men can’t cut hair. There’s something about some Malay men, they’re stylish. Chinese men can’t do it. We have a long history of not giving a damn about hair, and not cutting hair. I’m just going to give you one example — the Manchu haircut. You’ve seen it in period dramas, Chinese man, bald until hear, the rest of the hair, ponytail. What the hell is that?
     
  10. 16:51

    Notes: 638698

    Reblogged from mdphoon

    oeuniverse:

    In order to become the supreme adult, you must perform the seven wonders:

    • Public speaking
    • Not being afraid of teenagers
    • Calling the doctor yourself
    • Taxes
    • Arguing without crying
    • Having a normal sleep pattern
    • Having an answer to the question ‘what do you want to do with your life?’

    According to Scott Adams, the secrets of success are:

    1. Public Speaking
    2. Psychology (or knowing the way people think)
    3. Business Writing (or concision)
    4. Accounting
    5. the basics of Design
    6. Conversation
    7. Overcoming Shyness
    8. A Second Language
    9. Golf
    10. Proper Grammar
    11. Persuasion
    12. Technology
    13. Proper Voice Technique.