Showing posts with label congo. Show all posts
Showing posts with label congo. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 15, 2015

A beautiful opportunity for us all

I feel like it's been days since I last bought a product that ended up totally failing to do what it promised, but then when I got mad and hurled the item at the wall smashing to bits it's cheap plastic exterior, I discovered that it's insides were made of pure diamondgold. Maybe even weeks! What the fuck is going on? 

You know what, I blame modern science, so scared to cross breed stuff these days, so what, when they Crossbred Southern Blue Fin Tuna and Chimpanzees back in the 1940s and the resulting Chimpunas ended up taking film roles that had previously gone to dogs, and the dog Union sued, claiming they had more right to be 'the cute loyal sidekick' as they'd 'existed longer' which really pissed off a few of the people trying to get 'television' off the ground - 'so how long you've existed suddenly matters' - I'm sure you all remember the protest signs read.

And then obviously the Chimpunas got some flack for refusing to elect a strong leader capable of expressing the Chimpunas point of view and feelings on the whole matter, leading some commentators to argue that 'a morally weak new species shouldn't be allowed to stay' which just exasperated the underground smear campaigns that had begun on all sides, and ultimately the the Chimpunas made a brave yet heartbreaking decision to as a species decide to no longer breed and let their kind die out on their own terms, leading the scientist who had originally paid a Chimp fifty bucks to fuck a fish to think it had been a waste of money. But that's no reason not to try again people!!! 

It's not like the Chimpunas were a total failure, we all still have favorite movies with them as the handsome rugged star's pet and proof of a softer side. And out of only a hundred or so ever sold as pets, THREE, of their owners ended up dedicating novels to their Chimpunas. Sure they were only EVER sold to artists, writers, actors and models, in what became a controversial program of selective selling in hope of encouraging their use and presence in pop-culture to drive up both demand and prices, but guerrilla marketing was in its infancy back then, and people didn't know that what's a fad among pop-stars and socialites today always ultimately results in a backlash, and eventually what's become known as 'stamping the tramp' when a fad jumps the shark, with popularity turning to scorn and ridicule. But again this is no reason not to try again. 

And yes, it turned out that just before Chimpunas died they were strangely wired to go on a rampage, or 'death march' as the media typically reported it, which often included bizarre deep sea fishing trips followed by attempts to open sushi restaurants  deep in The Congo jungle, which completely baffled zoologists, but people forget, these restaurants failed not because of a lack of effort on behalf of the Chimpunas, but mostly because of an utterly unpredictable struggle to balance traditional Japanese food preparation methods and African jungle parasite control. And people also forget that these 'failures' were regularly sited as to have 'directly influenced and inspired' Nitishi 'The Emperor' Nitashi to launch 'Elephant Tusk Sushi', which was the world's number ONE African Jungle themed sushi chain from conception right up to the release of the Time Magazine expose which revealed both that how exactly The Emperor sourced the signature elephant tusks that adorned all forty two hundred of his resteraunts (including his sixteen hundred odd franchises) and also that part of his 'secret soy recipe' was in fact the African parasites all his loyal customers had just foolishly 'assumed' he'd managed to eradicate. But again, this can hardly be blamed on the Chimpunas. 

Well I say if the scientists have backed off this new potentially beautiful cross breeding opportunity then it's up to us civilians to take it on, so if you own some gold and some diamonds at home, don't leave it up to science, start your own cross breeding program, and I'll tell you what, promise me the first litter and I'll totally fork out the required fifty bucks to get them to fuck. 

Thursday, January 6, 2011

This is how to fly

It’s pilot season in America – the time when networks and cable TV stations in the United States decide what new shows will go into production for at least one episode, and also when the casting for said shows happen.

Now when times are shit the sitcom responds, and as we speak apparently times are shit (I’ve been partying and drinking too hard to know if ‘apparently’ means ‘friggin’) (Probably note. Friggin isn’t really a word).

As new sitcoms are likely to be amongst the most popular new shows to at least get a pilot there is something that we must all accept.

It’s time to talk tokens.

Every sitcom has at least one token character. A character who is chosen clearly to represent a different point of view, or minority group, or personality type from the ‘normal’ citizen.

Over the years there have been many, many from the geniusly named ‘Token Black’ from ‘South Park’. To token successfully sluty men like ‘Barney’ from ‘How I met your mother’, ‘Joey’ from ‘Friends’, or even ‘Seinfeld’ from ‘Seinfeld’.

There have been token fat guys, token bitch wives, and over and over and over token characters so stupid you know they couldn’t survive the real world like ‘Woody’ from Cheers, ‘Homer’ from the Simpsons, and the four girls from ‘Sex in the City’.

Yet there is one token we have so far been cruely denied.

It’s time for the token crazy Australian.

Writers, producers, and network executives, please take into account the things you get with a token Australian such as myself:

Hard work – It’s only the seventh of this decade and I have already blogged ONCE in the past two months!

Good with animals – I lived with a girl with a cat for a year, and I loved the little cutie kitty, awwwww kitties. I miss the kitty. Can someone give me a cuddle please. Anyone. Don’t make me cuddle my pillow again….. Come here pillow, pillow, pillow…..

A real man – Nothing is as tough and manly as an Aussie, get this I went for a bush walk last week, and when I got mud on my shoes I was all like ‘It’s ok, I can put them in the washing machine, but still, (tear, tear, tear, tear) I hope my poor shoes are ok’

Please note: Tear as in tear from my eyes while crying, not as in tear a piece of paper, I mean really, who takes a piece of paper bushwalking?

Consider this:

No Australian has ever been president of the United States of America, so we’re not weighed down from the burden of being the leader of the free world.

No Australian has ever been the Grammy award winner for best new artist more than three consecutive times, so we’re not weighed down from the pressure of finding new ways to bribe Grammy judges year after year.

And

No Australian has ever walked on the moon, so we’re not weighed down by the knowledge of weightlessness.

Coincidence?......

Yes.

Yet a happy coincidence!

I mean shouldn’t all coincidences be happy, if you can’t find joy in coincidence then you may as well jump out of a building at the exact same time as a car with a mattress on the ceiling is driving by right before it crashes into a ‘I hate coincidences’ meeting.

Please note: If you run one of these meetings there is a car about to hit you, RUUUUNNN!!!

Still not convinced?

Seriously you’re not convinced even after than coercive coincidence covenant?

Ok, well what about this

In Australia it is ILLEGAL to murder someone! That’s right. This means, if you assume all laws are always obeyed, as I do, you’ll know that your token Aussie will not be a murderer.

Please note: Unless he has visited the Congo where it is legal to murder someone for lustfully looking at your goat.

Please note 2: There are no goats in the Congo; the lions ate them all.

Please note 3: It is legal to murder a man for watching a lion eat your goat, what you’re too pussy to stand up to a lion to save a goat? What kind of man are you?

Please note 4: Ha ha you’re a pussy and so is the lion in some places where pussy is slang for cat and where this also works when the cat is a huge African jungle leader.

Please note 5: That slang does not work in Australia; we respect lions WAY too much for that.

Please note 6: There is no jungle in Africa, suck on that lions, you’re king of an area you never even get to visit, you fucking pussys. (Unless you count the jungle that makes up basically all of the Congo, but counting's never fun).

Please note 7: The deadliest thing in Australia is: everything – GET ME AWAY FROM THIS, I’m going to DIIIIIEEEEEE!!!!!

Clearly the lesson is if you are responsible for the creation of a new sitcom this pilot season and you would like it to be successful, and/or include an unusual ‘token’, and/or not be all like check it out lets make fun of the pillow cuddler but not in a way that employs him - then please include a token crazy Australian.

Please note: I hate to like bring this up and all, but um, like, you know, I’m kind of a crazy Australian and all, so, um, like, um, you know, I’d be like good in your show in that if you give me a chance. If you hire me I promise to protect your entire goat-herd that you keep in the Congo

Please note 2: You have a goat-herd in the Congo? That’s fucking cool. Maybe your show could have a token Congoean goat too!!!