for the comfort i need today.

russell brand: GMTV IS A FINE INSTITUITION!
simon amstell: only because you've got books to sell and you'd fucking go anywhere to do it!
russell brand: -shrugs-
s22e05

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during the intros round:
lorraine kelly: jarred, this is a chance to redeem yourself.
jarred christmas: okay.. it better be the happy birthday song.
stacey soloman: what's the intro to that? it's not like it goes da da da da haaaaaaaappy birthday.. you'll never get it!
s22e03

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simon amstell: that's it?
russell brand: no!
simon amstell: two oppourtunities to mention me..?
russell brand: i wont have that!
simon amstell: didn't you like pop world?
russell brand: it was very very entertaining.. you did very well hurting those people's feelings.
s22e05

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charlie baker: have you ever done any rappin josh
josh groban: no
charlie baker: i think you'd be excellent
josh groban: really?
charlie baker: yeahh excellent rapper!
josh groban: J-GRO
tinchy stryder: why j-gro?
josh groban: because uhh, i'm not sure if you caught it in the beginning. my name is josh groban
s24e10

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tinie tempah: which of these two played a concert just for dogs at the sydney opera house?
chris ramsey: did they at least have their owners with them?
tinie tempah: couldn't just turn up on their own, could they?
s25e09

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nevermind the buzzcocks really never fails to cheer me up. ahh the beauty of british wit and dry humor.

hugo.

so you live in a train station? you are not alone.

go back to the 1930's, where magic is still alive. hugo is the story of a boy with the gift of curiosity. despite the loss of his father, the dire circumstances of his existence do nothing to impair his ability to see beauty in an ugly world. this movie is proof that sometimes, the answers are right.

we're just asking the wrong questions.

8 out of 10!

note: this is also one of sacha baron cohen's better appearances, in my opinion. much as i hated the dictator and borat, it's appearances like this and in sweeney todd that save his soul from total and eternal damnation, methinks.

nebraska jones.

today finds me feeling rather mellow, slightly morose, with a tendency to over-dramatize things. for some reason, perhaps the restlessness of the week peaking, i got to thinking about how some things are so out of my control. i'm sure we've all been there.

what, then, is the definition of living? people cross the roads with caution, the same caution that they believe is the protective bubble that keeps them from bad things ever happening to them. does that mean we are all, in some tiny way, trying to play god? trying to control our teeny universes from imploding seems like a full time job. more so, it crushes the urge to experiment. ahh, the illusion of safety. personally, i question how much more of this mundane existence i can take.

not to say that i haven't stirred my fair share of shit in my teens. but what does that even mean? that because i've had fun in the past, i'm too old for it now? putting it out there like that makes it sound ludicrous i know, but isn't that basically maturity we take at face value?

maybe it would be healthy to discard the belief that the mistakes of our youth sometimes follow us throughout life. maybe that will somehow compensate for the emptiness that come with age because if nothing else, we've memories. maybe.

here's an idea. why shouldn't i be as wild as i bloody want? reason has got nothing to do with the fact that everyone needs an outlet every once in a while.

because every once in awhile it feels good to forget inhibitions and just get lost in life.