It baffles me that this one British loser keeps registering names to troll the AV Club. You can tell it's him because his only response to anyone is to talk about "having a wank."
It baffles me that this one British loser keeps registering names to troll the AV Club. You can tell it's him because his only response to anyone is to talk about "having a wank."
"I crave any reaction from anyone"
I feel like anyone who's seen enough Hedberg would be able to hear the tweets in his voice and cadence, too.
He would absolutely be great at Twitter.
How about now?
Ahh, I saw him live the summer before he died. That was great.
I think Schumer would have been the best choice of the three, honestly. I think she shows some really good interview skills in the bits where she's talking to people on the street or interviewing someone in an unusual (i.e. sex work-related) job, and she's certainly political enough— strongly feminist, and the…
"I find the whole "anti-hero" thing bullshit, anyway, at least in terms
of the way questionable "moral" agenda prestige television and its
audience has towards the concept, which seems to mean loving the hell
out of the character's activities and then seeing him damned so they can
cluck about how bad the character was…
Smash-cut to a meeting room: Turns out ol' Don Draper is just pitching his campaign for Corona.
Maybe they haven't been technically divorced, but she made it pretty clear that that was the end.
Betty left him when she found out. Don wouldn't have divorced her if she hadn't pushed so hard for it.
Glad I'm not the only one who does something similar to this.
"Maybe, if we read "Prestige Cable Anti-Hero" as: white guy protagonist with Issues."
Huh, funny, I have Vogler's book. But I bought it for a class about video game story-writing, which is a format that almost by necessity calls on that "monomyth" circular structure. I would never think to apply it to every story I wrote.
Don Draper sits on a beach, in silence, as the waves crash into the shore.
Trudy already left Pete.
Some AV Club writers have a way with words. Others… oh… not have way.
Man, if only.
Breakin' rocks in the / Hot Guam…
Obvious forgery. You called him Barack Obama, not Barry O., Hussein, or Barry Soetoro.