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to Jon Gabus: what is the meanest thing you ever said to your mom? steve bannon, chris christie and donald trump: fuck, marry, kill?

riddle me this, Tompkins: who in the room is the best improviser in the room?

on ambiguity it's hard for the listener to extrapolate the politics of actual sean and actual hayes from the project alone. it sometimes explicitly makes fun of the listener/artist-relation, presenting the hollywood-podcaster as a cynical, careerist ad-clown that despises both its listeners and its podcast: the project knowingly idicts its own credibility in the abstract. in addition critiques are almost always interpenetrations of the seemingly serious and the parodical: sean vs religion: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ncOlNioblW8&feature=youtu.be&t=24 kardashian vs the plane: the one who performs the seemingly serious is often led into the parodical by his complement. sean's solo episode seems more consistent in its critique than an average episode, and it's brave art:

postscript to dream of exploring hokusai's masterwork "the dream of the fishermans wife" without ever encountering its edges. to wish the glorious spectacle of the tentacled romancer was a constant in ones lived experience. to come to terms with the temporal finitude of the project.

scoop troop get out your pens: sean and hayes have been pissing all over you for the last 2.5 yrs.

hollywood-anectode: so it's me, de niros haemon, creon, and chorus. and we're walking down to the arclight to catch the lobster... haemon's ranting about something, you know how he gets: 'he wants to punch her in the face? no, how about i'll punch him in the face?' as some woman walks by, and straight out of nowhere creon 'ew'-s her! i mean he stinking 'ew'-ed her to her face! so of course haemon explodes, he's like 'hey man? what's the matter with you?' you know, and creon is like 'they just look so weak, i hate it', but haemon is like 'yeah? you want to 'ew' her in the face? no, how about i'll punch you in the face?', and throws a right hook and a left hook at the same time, misses both: his arms comes back around like a claw! chopped his head clean off! and his body running around like a headless chicken, head rolling around on the pavement like an egg, when i try make directors megaphone with my hands to yell 'cut! cut!', like i'm director, but my hands kinda miss / slide past eachother and came onto my throat like a claw! chopped my head clean off! but it, bawk, totally would have slayed, bickle-buk-buk, if i had managed... to... bawk, bawk, bakaa!

cerebral comedy: i used to suffer from a severely reified consciousness, but then i thought 'a normal consciousness' and started using that instead.

did this dude just did this?

@houston approximately when was the onyx reference? i missed it. i got the tangella one and thanks hayes for referencing the 151 original pokemons. the new ones are all shallow marketing gimmicks, and frankly it makes me sick. hey, 'member ash dying in 'mewtwo strikes back' and pikachu trying to revive him, but then he can't, but then all pokemons get so moved and stop fighting to revive him with their tears? you often hear "cartoons is for kids", but that was actually maybe most moving moment of movie history and i cried so much, and maybe all the people making wars in the world should stop and think about that for a second?

the centres of gravity has become multiple and it's funny how things change. the channeling: the problem with trump is not that he's tweeting in the middle of the night, it's that he's insisting on tweeting in the middle of the night. and nowadays it's so difficult because you have to respond to a tweet, not from a journalist, but from your opponent, in the middle of the night! and he's insisting on it! he took the bait and asked for more bait, more bait, do you have anymore bait? forget hook, line, and sinker, go full bait. gregory's bush impression was so good he should have been charged with war crimes. and gregory went to iraq, so he knows that the usa is about more than building the wall. it's also about smashing the wall, and managing the public perception of smashing the wall. you could read 10 books and understand americas role in the world, and why we have these alliances. why isn't trump getting better? why doesn't he ask david petraues to brief him on the surge? pre-surge iraq. post-surge iraq. why isn't he talking to saakashvili about georga? why isn't he facetiming wile e. coyote about the road runner? i live in new-york and my son takes the subway, so obviously i'm a security mom who believes nato plays a vital role and my vicodin and i firmly belive people are voting for trump because they're still scared about 9/11. the notion that what we do affect the behaviour of terrorists is a lie perpetrated by political correctness (and we're being nativist, not racist). nothing we did was related to 9/11 happening, and by the way, it's still all about 9/11 in case you forgot. and we need to keep lathering 9/11 both over our lame-stream media selves, and over the body politic to retard the wrinkling of skin and empire. do you think isis has a doctor in the room when they decapitate people with sporks? do you think there is botox in mordor? could you imagine the mouth of sauron co-hosting 'the view'? i pray to iluvatar that if trump is the chemo, then i am one of the cancer cells smashed to dust.

yeah, totally. well, totally except... you know... except when baby terrorist. magine dunham's ahmed, but baby? "I BABY KILL YOU"!

hey, pst, sam, he loves it when we bring up one of his two almost identical "miller's crossing" parts (but only mention the one he thought he acted well in! if you mention "the other one" he's gonna be furious!):

beautiful!

thanks for bringing chumlee into my life. watching the youtube-clip video felt like sliding a greasy chumlee-shaped puzzle piece into a chumlee-shaped hole in my consciousness. smoke goes well with toke, but maybe cloak is the best one, because it makes me think of spawn. member when the lady tried to kick him in the crotch and he had like a big skull that shot out from his belt buckle and bit her foot? that's what we need, except for stopping you-know-whats, and it can work both ways, just wear it backwards. i fear that if i tried to specify 'conservative tech-bro' i would reveal that i have no clue what i'm talking about, and am actually dumb. i was planning on taking a 'flail arms first, ask questions later'-approach.

wardell did a great job when you consider how intimidating it must be to roll with the punches from two guys about the same age as him, but who are already comedy giants. they said they got a 'young steve-o' vibe, i was thinking 'old tom scharpling'. since wardell is not tough enough to perform tweet-drafts on the spot, i'm going to show him how it's done by dropping some post-drafts: something about overhearing a woman on the street asking a man for the directions to the bank, and the man responding: 'what! in this economy?'. something about doing a flip on 'nerds is cool now' which is: 'jesters is kings now'. maybe sean did the show on remote because he was recording an episode of doughboys? i remember hayes or sean saying they did recording on same day 2 eps before this.

to chanson a tweet (an affirmation) is not enough, and this type of verbalist 'blah' is in fact making real opression more oppressive still by adding to it the realization of oppression. if you want respect you must couple your wokeness with concrete action. a good starting point is finding and defeating conservative tech-bro (in the bergsonian sense of the term): i'd start by looking for clues inside ourselves, because only when we discover ourselves to be hosts of the oppressor can we contribute to the midwifery of liberation. police the boards! keep our threads clean from the mysogynist menace!

to chanson for a well-fed cog in the machine to affirm that men and women are persons, and as persons should be free from oppression, and yet do nothing tangible to make this affirmation a reality, is a farce. what concrete reality-transforming critical interventions do you plan to make in your day-to-day life? how do you intend to translate your woke feminism into the liberation of women? on a reference from the episode i wonder if @41:00 ("how you're an adult who shit yourself, and that's like... you'll get a lot of praise for that. maybe do keep it a secret?") sean is referring to @2:00 of this episode of 'box angeles': https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bXgM45RrWDQ to alienate the other from the natural machinations of its own butthole is an act of dehumanization and oppression. this is precisely what mike elder does when he chooses to use the clinical word defecate instead of aping ingrid's colloquial shit. mike makes it worse when he 'genders her' by justifying his word (and words are the atoms of dialogue, use them with care because atoms can be bombs) with gender-roles that also divide and dehumanize. mike makes it even worse still when he interprets haas' rejection of these gender-roles as an open invitation to light-heartedly 'gender her' again in a sexualizing and infantilizing manner ('you dirty poop girl'). yes to haas humanizing herself, mike elder, us, and all our assholes by sharing her lived experience and testifying to the humiliating real, and no to gendered pidgeonholes and alienated anuses. it's not about humans failing as adults or ingrids making names for themselves as 'the comedian thrice soiled', but it is about the social conditions that force humans to shit themselves at work, the prospect of seans having to do ads glorifying the time-saving qualities of casper's adult diapers, the reality of vladislavs already being forced to wear adult diapers, and most importantly the dream that one day we will use all our asses in a planned social economy, that one day we are no longer ashamedly taking off pants accidentaly shit, but instead are proudly putting on pants industriously shat. tldr: you shoulda said shit mike.

shoutout to all the moms out there who are keeping it real.

holy shit! great job. the pastamon-tune is missing #karate in the hashtags.

thank you guys. being juiced up from the pro-version softened the blow of suffering a nocturnal emission on the last day of dads stay. the popcorn gallery is brilliant.

jen, sexuality and animals are central themes of your comedy. do you agree that we ought to reject the concept of beastiality (human contra animal) and stop worrying about what goes where on which nights, and instead accept the concept of animal love (human qua animal) and start worrying about animals getting smushed?

and now mushing home alone 2 up with they live and remembering my last post, roddy piper discovers that it was the skeletor, not the human, that was bussin' up from hollywood handbook. now the human looks more like it's in torture. this illustrates how a skeletor might be controlling our lives, even though it might appear as if we are in control ourselves. if the human is not critically aware of this morbid potential it is unable to negate it. a human skeletor knows this too, that is why it hides on the inside of the human, and not is on the outside like a (disgusting) bug skeletor.

sean thinks it's miserable doing this podcast every week. well, try listening to this podcast every week. it's straight up painful. f.ex. today when hayes shouted 'kevin' first time i was bussin up' so hard i thought i was dying. then when he shouted kevin second time because he needed kevin to do callbacks, thus doing a callback, i was bussin' up so hard my skeletor was bussin' out and bussin' up so hard that he thought he was coming back to life:

uh, you think drone has more firepower than big dinosaur? houston, it's tom hanks again, we have a problem and this time it's being sully. by the way, lapkus failed to properly engage with heelgate at the latest 'i was there to'. yes sweetie, high heels in jungle is being comedy, but that, then, is merely the point of departure for an analysis of if it is also being oppression. in her defense (and i was always already defending the abstract her from the man) it is a difficult question to answer on the spot, especially when inhabiting the contradictory class location of being the employee of an employer whose raison d'etre is to slow the superannuation of working class schisms, f.ex. reproducing and trivializing the oppression of the female by infecting it with a chronic, infantile unpragmatism. in jungle human wears rain boot. if you have to make it comedy, use f.ex. color: the black macho in rain boots of shelby's two shades of blush and bashful.

the project is a modern man to the extent that it attempts to seriously satirize the podcast, but is unable to satirize seriously the ad.