Sunday, April 15, 2007

Know your market

'Assertiveness training' SHEEN: Stop LETTING yourself be a victim, you piece of SHIT! WOMAN: I'm *huhgh* sorry! SHEEN: The price has gone up. Make sure you bring £25 to next week's session. MAN: I... I don't, um... SHEEN: You need to keep coming back because you're still a LOSER. 'And the results can be seen in MONTHS!' WOMAN: I am nothing. Walk over me. 'Success! The student is able to issue clear instructions to colleagues.' STOP BEING SO PATHETIC - Why you are a total waste of space, and what to do about it, by 'Dr' Max SheenThe commercialisation of people skills marches on, but some people are never happy...
Mr T, I appreciate your concerns, but I'm sure you must realise that there is no T in team.
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Thursday, April 12, 2007

Centre parting monthly

The adventures of Mr. Not-very-good-excuse. 'I swear, I didn't want you to find out like this. Or in any other way. At any point now or in the future.'
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Monday, April 09, 2007

Works better than "free my mind," anyway

FLYING DREAM. Hey, this is fairly easy. The trick is to wilfully ignore the laws of thermodynamics. Something... for nothing! Something for nothing! It's that simple. Hey, I'll buzz the office! Ha, ha! I hope I can land without breaking my legs. *OOF* Now, how do I get down from here? *RING* Who's calling? 'Why aren't you at *work*?' Aagh!This story contains the key to my inner psyche. Presumably.
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Saturday, April 07, 2007

Mr Stevens: slight return

This weekend sees me feeling supremely uncreative, so here's some more stuff from many years ago.
'I sense you've taken a backward step, Mr Stevens...'Hey, nice interior! I should probably put that Mr Stevens story up some time. This, however, should remain firmly in the past:
MONKEY-WHELKING: ...the barbaric practice that must be stopped
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Saturday, March 31, 2007

Wild speculation

My name is Squall Leonheart. I had an accident and woke up in Final Fantasy VI. But am I dead, insane, or all three? And why would I want to get back?Yeah, okay, but listen to the theme music from Life On Mars before you call me a liar.

And now that my pointing-out-things-that-seem-like-other-things credentials are established, feast your eyes on this little comparison.
On the left: The Reverend Jack Cheese in The Ren & Stimpy Show, originally broadcast 1996.
To the right: Odin Quincannon from out of Preacher, published 1998. 1998, people.

Exhibit B: The Demon, volume 3 issue 49, July 1994.
GUNN: Get away! BAYTOR: I am Baytor! GUNN: I'll shoot! I mean it! BAYTOR: I... am Baytor! It is not I who am crazy... it is I who am mad!So guess who can't realistically claim never to have watched Ren & Stimpy? That's right, Ennis, your days are numbered. I'm blowing the lid on this thing. I'm going all the way to the White House. You can call this PREACHERGATE.
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