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The Good Shame

comedynerdsunited:

laughspin:

(via Conan O’Brien signs comedian Pete Holmes to host his own show on TBS)

Three cheers for good ol’ Petey Pants!

Yay Petey Pants! If you don’t listen to his podcast You Made It Weird you are missing out.

comedynerdsunited:

laughspin:

(via Conan O’Brien signs comedian Pete Holmes to host his own show on TBS)

Three cheers for good ol’ Petey Pants!

Yay Petey Pants! If you don’t listen to his podcast You Made It Weird you are missing out.

"As the hours, the days, the weeks, the seasons slip by, you detach yourself from everything. You discover, with something that sometimes almost resembles exhilaration, that you are free. That nothing is weighing you down, nothing pleases or displeases you. You are living in a blessed parenthesis, in a vacuum full of promise, and from which you expect nothing. You are invisible, limpid, transparent. You no longer exist."
- Georges Perec, Things: A Story of the Sixties (via whatokay)
corycavin:

This is maybe the most heartbreaking - and probably most accurate - portrayal of what it is to be an actor in NYC.
The other night Josh, Bill, and I were waking on 7th avenue and saw this - headshots tossed everywhere from an overturned trashcan just being trampled in the rain. Do you know how much a headshot is and how much of a pain it is to get them? They are expensive and it is a pain. That is all you need to know.
And really, this could be how they all end up anyway. We might have blown the lid off the big industry secret that all these go to Headshot Trash Island out in Jamaica Bay, and before the agents and casting directors pack them up for their final ride, they just laugh “Yeah, we’ll call you in soon when we find that perfect part for you ha ha ha ha HA!” Meanwhile, actors are working on their 3 general monologues, breathing techniques, and hoping for that break as Officer 3 on *Blue Bloods*.
Poignant. I’m not even sure this wasn’t some Bansky street art business.

corycavin:

This is maybe the most heartbreaking - and probably most accurate -
portrayal of what it is to be an actor in NYC.

The other night Josh, Bill, and I were waking on 7th avenue and saw this -
headshots tossed everywhere from an overturned trashcan just being trampled
in the rain. Do you know how much a headshot is and how much of a pain it
is to get them? They are expensive and it is a pain. That is all you need
to know.

And really, this could be how they all end up anyway. We might have blown
the lid off the big industry secret that all these go to Headshot Trash
Island out in Jamaica Bay, and before the agents and casting directors pack
them up for their final ride, they just laugh “Yeah, we’ll call you in soon
when we find that perfect part for you ha ha ha ha HA!” Meanwhile, actors
are working on their 3 general monologues, breathing techniques, and hoping
for that break as Officer 3 on *Blue Bloods*.

Poignant. I’m not even sure this wasn’t some Bansky street art business.

I’m really hoping that meteor

that streaked across Russia was actually a superhero. How cool would that be? 

cockenblog:

You guys have a good Valentine’s Day?

cockenblog:

You guys have a good Valentine’s Day?