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I guess I must just really like sausages.
Ultra slow ultra runner; Election loser; Eating contest winner; Doting father; Sometime: Podcaster; Filmmaker; Biz starter.
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I guess I must just really like sausages.
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The longest The Morgan Show yet, at just under 10 minutes – I hope you enjoy it, I enjoyed making it.

Always has, always will.

It’s a lovely server, but it’s just so old – Server 2003 old, even. When your server is so old it can’t muster the energy to fill out dialog boxes anymore, you know it’s about time for a new one.  (We actually have a complete monster of a server racked up in the server room and waiting to go into production, but migration is going to be a huge friggin’ pain.)
Not quite a down-trou, but how’s this for a drubbing for poor Mark? Yes, I really am that good tinny.

It’s 1976 and Jackie Moon (Will Ferrell) owns – & coaches, & plays in – an underachieving basketball team, in a second string league that is about to be consumed by the NBA. The arrival on the scene of former NBA bench warmer Ed Monix (Woody Harrelson, playing it completely straight and quite possibly making the movie because of it), traded for a washing machine, changes the balance of play.
You see, Monix knows how to play the game, he wrests coaching duties from Moon – who is more interested in dressing his team up as sparkly flamingoes and seahorses and practicing choreography than basketball – and teaches the team how to win.
Much better than I expected – funny all the way through, but with a liberal sprinkling of genius tossed around the place for good measure. The kitchen scene with the Monix fan (and his wife – actress Maura Tierney, who you and I will know best from ER) was dirtylarious. Licking my sexy was sexylarious. And the Russian Roulette scene was cringilarious. (“Hey! I did get shot!”)
If you’re in the mood to laugh your fine arse off, and aren’t automatically turned off by the merest through of Will Ferrell, you should go along to your local and check this one out.
IT’S LIKE THE TITANIC BUT FULL OF BEARS!!!
Very much like one of those ‘kid from the streets takes to dancing and becomes a star’ movies, only with No Holds Barred fighting instead of dance.
Better, without a doubt, than I expected it to be. But I think that you’d have to like watching martial arts matches (i.e. K1, et al) for it to be even remotely likely that you’d enjoy it too.
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A work of genius of such unremitting intensity that your brain will fall right out of your head.
How is it possible that I can be capable of such a creative endeavour, and yet be single? Answers on the back of a postcard to yo’ momma.
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Get ready to have your brain bits imploded.
Last night was a good night, whether thanks for positive visualisation (which I did none of) or half a bottle of blackberry wine (which I did one of), it was all smooth sailing until dawn. Thanks to this I rewarded myself with a dollop of my very favourite head polish (so shiny), and pie for lunch.
Incidentally, it turns out that blackberry wine leaves a dark streak the length of your tongue that lasts all night and looks really fucking gross first thing in the morning.
Update: I thought you’d like to know that as the day has progressed my head has gone from a beautiful glossy sheen, down to a more satiny finish. Still good, but nothing beats a good shine.