I have no voice. No, I don't mean this metaphorically, as in the "electoral process is really just a showcase for the many new advances in cheating". I literally have no voice, which means since I'm staying in today, resting my overworked vocal cords, I'm probably going to be reading and blogging (in that order). And yes, I know that should you read all the way to the end of this post, the picture to the left has almost nothing to do with the post. Still, I'm sick, I'm just a little annoyed, and I reserve the right to post pictures of any one of my boys. Wait a minute. "Boys"? "Voice"? Well, there's your link!
Here's an interesting article from Cracked. "When Bad Comedies Happen to Good Comedians" begins by admitting that:
All of our favorite comedians phone it in for the paycheck once and a while...
But what happens when it's not a "phone it in" comedy? What if it's a labor of love? What if the comedian wrote, directed and starred in the thing? What if, essentially, it looked like everyone involved was trying to make a good movie, and it was stool anyway?
Well, then you get snarky no-talents like us picking apart your crappy movie in this article, apparently. Read on!
Check it out. It's great water cooler conversation fodder. Well, if you can talk, that is. More from me later. Right now, I think I'll both wallow in unreasoning self-pity and read a book.
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