Tagged: 2001 A Space Odessy
Dada Space Cat
Posts from the “Comedy” Category
Originally posted on Gerry Canavan:
New calculations suggest the Universe could collapse at any time.
It had been a long day. He took a sip of water from the water fountain..ghastly taste. One more interview and he was going home..finally. He walked back to his office, and set down. Minutes later however there was a light scratch at the door. He ignored it thinking it was the staff cleaning the school hallway. It really was getting late. scratch, scratch, scratch.. He looked at the door. The little glass window was covered by a piece of wood with a smiley face on it. It was a student project from wood shop, he unfortunately got it as a gift. It did it’s service however as no one was able to peak their annoying head and look in…
Do we not have this concept that for things to be good and worthy of our time they have to be functional or useful? Although, that has not always been a bad thing, it’s not always the best way to observe art work. But, why? If we have a strong pre-conceptual idea of what it is or what it should be, especially if we have a hard time figuring out what the devil is it, we might end up not looking at the work in its own right, for what it is in front of us. Of course, art work doesn’t have to be liked. We don’t have to like it at all. But, if we try to like it by figuring it…
Can we make a man into something else then a man? What should you say of a she, walking in the wilderness, with a body of a goddess, and a mind, worldly, with a power to sting? Is there no man in her, no darkness, urges of fire and might, thoughts of greatness, wisdom and might? Maybe, even war? They make us proud, some of these men, with thoughts of might and greatness. Does she not make us proud? Do we not want to be like her? Do we cast her as our “second”, who belongs to men, just to long for her, write to her, and try to figure her out? Does she not belong in our songs, and in…
Categories: Culture, Existentialism, Fun, Literature, Philosophy, satire, Science Fiction, Women, Writing
Tagged: androids, Existentialist, future, satire, science fiction, story, women
What if there was a soy-milk carton walking up the side of the kitchen wall? Would you say hello?
Mom- “Why is there a paper on Socrates in the bathroom?” Dada-Cat- “It’s not Socrates mom, it’s Aristotle.”
The Beginnings of the Last Friendships *Editing/ revisions still needed. If you know the film: 2001 a Space Odyssey, you know who I’m influence here by. It is somewhat of my own tip of the hat to the great movie. Please check excerpt 1 for the info on this exercise.* Because she practically grew up outside of the system and seen the changes to it, she told her boss she could be of better help. But, her boss was taking her time. She was not letting her do anything fun. There was nothing worse to get then dealing with Virgod’s customers. But, now she was at home, well at least for some time. She set down on her favorite orange…
Because It was cold, and it was raining, and I was a giraffe.
“Well, no one, no one, ah, comes to see the film, you know what I mean, so I don’t have that problem, also there is nobody in the movie.” _Woody Allen In short, comedy like this….what is there to say? It is more appealing to me when comedians do not smile. When comedians act as if they were serious. A work that requires the comedian to be an actor, who is not trying to be funny, is brilliant. There is then something to say about the kind of satirical, surrealistic, ridicules, and historical comedy, found for instance, in Monty Python, Black Adder, The Mighty Boosh, ‘Allo ‘Allo, and Dr. Strangelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb. There is…
Tagged: Comedy, Films, Interview, Movies, Woody Allen
