I watched the House tv series 3 times now. And I watched all the episodes for Key & Peele's anger
translator Luther many times too. I love both characters and they are very different: one is from a serious show dealing with serious issues between life and death situations and the other is a comedy show exploring in hilarious fashion a personality trait of the former US president. But they have something that makes them overlap in a perfect way: truth.
Ed Bolian is a very interesting man. Not only he is a car guy with a great history and great stories, he
tells them in a peculiar and very captivating way.
I joined the latest generation in game consoles about 10 months ago, with the purchase of an Xbox
One S, and today, after an especially annoying sequence of interactions with said machine, I decided to put together a list of the things that are wrong with it.
In this list you'll find mild annoyances, personal preferences/disagreements and bat shit crazy stuff that I can't understand how in the name of Clarckson can even be able to exist in this world.
In a North London, top floor flat All white walls, white carpet, white cat, Rice Paper partitions Modern art and ambition The host's a physician, Bright bloke, has his own practice His girlfriend's an actress An old mate of ours from home And they're always great fun So to dinner we've come.
The fifth guest is an unknown, The hosts have just thrown Us together for a favor because this girls just arrived from Australia And she's moved to North London And she's the sister of someone Or has some connection.
As we make introductions I'm struck by her beauty She's irrefutably fair With dark eyes and dark hair But as she sits I admit I'm a little bit wary because I notice the tip of the wing of a fairy Tattooed on that popular area Just above the derrire And when she says Im Sagittarian I confess a pigeonhole starts to form And is immediately filled with pigeon When she says her name is Storm.
Conversation is initially bright and light-hearted But it's not long before Storm gets started: You can't know anything, Knowledge is merely opinion She opines, over her Cabernet Sauvignon Vis--vis, Some un-hippily Empirical comment made by me.
Not a good start I think We're only on pre-dinner drinks And across the room, my wife Widens her eyes Silently begs me, Be Nice A matrimonial warning Not worth ignoring So I resist the urge to ask Storm Whether knowledge is so loose-weave Of a morning When deciding whether to leave Her apartment by the front door Or the window on her second floor.
The food is delicious and Storm, Whilst avoiding all meat, Happily sits and eats As the good doctor, slightly pissedly Holds court on some anachronistic aspect of medical history When Storm suddenly insists But the human body is a mystery! Science just falls in a hole When it tries to explain the the nature of the soul.
My hostess throws me a glance She, like my wife, knows there's a chance That I'll be off on one of my rare but fun rants But I shan't, my lips are sealed. I just want to enjoy my meal And although Storm is starting to get my goat I have no intention of rocking the boat, Although it's becoming a bit of a wrestle Because -- like her meteorological namesake - Storm has no such concerns for our vessel:
Pharmaceutical companies are the enemy They promote drug dependency At the cost of the natural remedies That are all our bodies need They are immoral and driven by greed. Why take drugs When herbs can solve it? Why use chemicals When homeopathic solvents Can resolve it? I think it's time we all return-to-live With natural medical alternatives.
And try as I like, A small crack appears In my diplomacy-dike.
By definition, I begin Alternative Medicine, I continue, Has either not been proved to work, Or been proved not to work. Do you know what they call alternative medicine That's been proved to work? Medicine.
So you don't believe In ANY natural remedies?
On the contrary, Storm, actually: Before I came to tea, I took a natural remedy Derived from the bark of a willow tree A painkiller that's virtually side-effect free. Its got a weird name, Darling, what was it again? Maspirin? Baspirin? Aspirin! Which I paid about a buck for Down at the local drugstore.
The debate briefly abates As my hosts collects plates but when they return with desserts Storm pertly asserts,
Shakespeare said it first: ''There are more things in heaven and earth Than exist in your philosophy'' Science is just how were trained to look at reality, It doesn't explain love or spirituality. How does science explain psychics? Auras; the afterlife; the power of prayer?
I'm becoming aware That I'm staring, I'm like a rabbit suddenly trapped In the blinding headlights of vacuous crap. Maybe it's the Hamlet she just mis-quothed Or the sixth glass of wine I just quaffed But my diplomacy dike groans And the arsehole held back by its stones Can be held back no more:
Look, Storm, I don't mean to bore you But there's no such thing as an aura! Reading Auras is like reading minds Or tea-leaves or star-signs or meridian lines These people aren't plying a skill, They are either lying or mentally ill. Same goes for people who claim to hear Gods demands Or Spiritual healers who think they've got magic hands.
By the way, Why do we think it is OK For people to pretend they can talk to the dead? Isn't that totally fucked in the head Lying to some crying woman whose child has died And telling her you're in touch with the other side? I think that is fundamentally sick Do we need to clarify here that there's no such thing as a psychic? What, are we fucking 2? Do we actually think that Horton Heard a Who? Do we still think that Santa brings us gifts? That Michael Jackson didn't have face lifts? Are we still so stunned by circus tricks That we think that the dead would Wanna talk to pricks Like John Edward?
Storm to her credit despite my derision Keeps firing off clichés with startling precision Like a sniper using bollocks for ammunition
You're so sure of your position But you're just closed-minded I think you'll find Your faith in Science and Tests Is just as blind As the faith of any fundamentalist.
"Wow, that's a good point, let me think for a bit" Oh wait, my mistake, its absolute bullshit.
Science adjusts it's views based on what's observed Faith is the denial of observation so that Belief can be preserved. If you show me That, say, homeopathy works, Then I will change my mind I will spin on a fucking dime I'll be embarrassed as hell, But I will run through the streets yelling Its a miracle! Take physics and bin it! Water has memory! And while it's memory of a long lost drop of onion juice is Infinite It somehow forgets all the poo its had in it!
You show me that it works and how it works And when I've recovered from the shock I will take a compass and carve 'Fancy That' on the side of my cock.
Everyone's just staring now, But I'm pretty pissed and Ive dug this far down, So I figure, in for penny, in for a pound:
Life is full of mysteries, yeah, But there are answers out there And they won't be found By people sitting around Looking serious And saying isn't life mysterious? Let's sit here and hope Let's call up the fucking Pope Let's go watch Oprah Interview Deepak Chopra
If wanna watch tele, you should watch Scooby Doo. That show was so cool because every time there was a church with a ghoul Or a ghost in a school They looked beneath the mask and what was inside? Aaah! The fucking janitor or the dude who ran the water-slide. Because throughout history Every mystery EVER solved has turned out to be Not Magic.
Does the idea that there might be knowledge Frighten you? Does the idea that one afternoon On Wiki-fucking-pedia might enlighten you Frighten you? Does the notion that there may not be a supernatural So blow your hippy noodle That you'd rather just stand in the fog Of your inability to Google?
Isn't this enough?
Just this world?
Just this beautiful, complex Wonderfully unfathomable, natural world?
How does it so fail to hold our attention That we have to diminish it with the invention Of cheap, man-made Myths and Monsters?
If you're so into Shakespeare Lend me your ear:
''To gild refined gold, to paint the lily, To throw perfume on the violet is just fucking silly'' Or something like that. Or what about Satchmo?! I see trees of Green, Red roses too, And fine, if you wish to Glorify Krishna and Vishnu In a post-colonial, condescending Bottled-up and labelled kind of way Then whatever, that's okay. But here's what gives me a hard-on:
I am a tiny, insignificant, ignorant bit of carbon. I have one life, and it is short and unimportant But thanks to recent scientific advances I get to live twice as long
as my great great great great uncles-es and aunts-es. Twice as long to live this life of mine Twice as long to love this wife of mine Twice as many years of friends and wine Of sharing curries and getting shitty At good-looking hippies With fairies on their spines And butterflies on their titties.
And if perchance I have offended Think but this and all is mended: We'd as well be 10 minutes back in time, For all the chance you'll change your mind.
Update: it appears that this channel is not Hammond's. Rookie mistake by me as fairly pointed out on Reddit.
The Grand Tour is set to start broadcasting in a little more than a month now, where Jeremy Clarkson, James May and Richard Hammond will be back to do one of the best motoring and entertainment shows of all time, certainly.
The hamster started posting some snippets of this new show, but i discovered yesterday that he is posting some unseen footage from Top Gear episodes.
When you get your first job in Ireland, or for other things but this is mostly for foreigners living here, you need to get your PPS Number (Personal Public Services Number).
To do this you need a job offer and the biggest problem is that in Dublin, where the majority of people are, scheduling an appointment to do this can take several weeks.
I fell in love with mobile phones when I noticed that it was possible to have just one device to
communicate, take pictures and, above all, take my music with me everywhere. Then I started researching and I noticed that we, in Brazil didn’t have any dedicated source of information about these wonders of technology.
I could get all the information I needed from abroad, because I already understood English, but I couldn’t get the specifics of our local market: different phone specifications, prices and the real availability of models in my country. We had some tech sites announcing some big phones being launched around the world and when they got to us, and that was basically it.
I watched the House tv series 3 times now. And I watched all the episodes for Key & Peele's anger 
