I love lying. The visceral thrill every time I lie makes me feel truly alive. Sure, some people will say that lying is wrong, wicked…evil. These people are lying to themselves (see what I did there?). Lying is something that everybody does. I do it every day. I’m guessing that you do too.
Admit it. Just admit it. You lie. You could even be lying now. After all, you might be reading this in bed.
My astrological sign is, of course, Homunculus (the Grape).
Like all Homunculons, I have a great love of pastry, lying down and mortgages. But, hey, don’t be fooled by the rocks that I’ve got. When Jupiter is rising, I, quite literally, love to go disco dancing with some of my young chums. Being Grapien, I love too easily and eat too hard. I a man of means, but by no means am I king of the road. I’m a prince at the max.
Yes, it’s safe to say that the random alignment of stars in the sky affects every aspect of humanity’s struggle. Apart from the bits that God is in charge of, of course.
The Art that I most appreciate is Art Garfunkel.
He’s a lovely fella, and with his lustrous mop of curly hair, he’s ideal for cleaning out over-sized test tubes.
Everyone should have their own Art Garkfunkel at home (regardless of whether you own a collection of Victorian over-sized test tubes of the approximate circumference of Art Garfunkel’s head).
Sadly, there’s only one of him.
1. It’s in a petri dish.
2. It’s fun to look at under a microscope.
3. Possible cure for cancer.
4. Small.
5. Very, very tasty.
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I recently went to the cinema to watch much-hyped action flick\mockumentary, “Derek Jacobi: Existential Warrior Monk”. Wow, what a stinker.
Choosing renowned Shakespearean thespian Jacobi for this project was a bold move by first-time director Clive Cheesecake, but it was an experiment that back-fired. Sure, Jacobi brought a gravitas to the role, but he was completely inept in the fight sequences. In particular, his battle against the three-headed lesbian was quite laughable. It’s a shame that Jacobi insisted on performing his own stunts – a ropey, but capable, double would have been far more preferable.
The plot was pretty rubbish: Oh, Derek Jacobi decides to fight some ninjas to save the world and prove that existence isn’t futile whilst pretending that it’s all real. How droll. How very 2007. Isn’t Cheescake aware of Patrick Stewart: Philosophical Ninja? Or is he just happy to ape this seminal work?
I’m sure this is destined to become a cult classic because of the kitsch value, but don’t be fooled, it’s just plain bad.
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