The Annekenstein Monster

For those of you who don’t have time to watch the whole thing, here’s an abridged version of the holiday classic.  This edit is based on the Sketch22 stage version of the movie that we did in our first two Sketch22 Christmas shows.

Happy holidays!

Because I promised Dave I would.

I’ve been enjoying watching Summer Heights High on HBO Canada.  It’s a fake documentary series following three people through a term at an Australian public school, Summer Heights High.

The three people we follow are all played by the same actor.  He’s quite fantastic.

I assume, based on the often-overlapping dialogue that it is somewhat improvised. It’s really quite well done, and I implore you all to check it out. Implore.

Here’s a clip of Mr. G, the gay power-tripping, self-involved drama teacher:

Here’s a clip of Ja’mie, a private-school girl who was chosen as a one-term exchange student to Summer Heights:

And here’s my favourite character, Jonah, who is all kinds of trouble:

Dan James at CEO Blues posted this and claimed “if this doesn’t make you laugh you need a new brain.”

Usually, on such “this will make you laugh” challenges, I do refrain from laughter.  I guess I have a “so you think YOU know what’s funny?  I’ll see about that” attitude going into these things and passively try not to laugh.

But with this video, I did laugh.  I held out for maybe five seconds before the happy feelings took me over.  Not big guffaws, granted, but a definite smile with an audible pleasant utterage.

Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo.

This sentence above is a gramtically correct sentence.  I find that fascinating.

If you can’t figure it out without help (like I couldn’t), this will help you:

Bison from Buffalo, New York, who are intimidated by other bison in
their community also happen to intimidate other bison in their
community.

Yeah, the universe is infinite and all that, and multiple realities where everyone one can think, say or do has already been thought, said or done, an infinite number of times.

Still, can you come up with a question that’s likely never been asked before, using words that actually exist, and that more or less makes sense, gramatically?

I’ve been sitting here thinking, and I’m drawing a blank.

How about:

Where were you in the year 2078, at 17 seconds past the time that the lynx ate the Hoover Dam employee?

Prove me wrong.  Or come up with your own.

Because it’s one of my wife’s favourite songs.  That is, one of the songs my wife enjoys the most, not the favourite song of one of my wives.  ‘Cause, I only have one wife, and if I had more than one, I would have written ‘one of my wives’ favourite songs’.

Check out the link to the right.  You can buy our Chimp album at CDBaby!  Just $12.00 to have it shipped right to your home.  Or you can buy it in mp3 format for just $9.99.

Make Santa’s job easy.  Pick up Chimp: Thundercrack!

I came across this Odiogo thing that allows you to turn your blog posts into podcasts, or into audio which you can download, listen to, or whatever.  I thought I’d try it out.

I’m posting the opening monologue from last summer’s Castrato sketch from Sketch 22.  I want to see if it does justice to the text.  Heck, this could revolutionize the way we perform our sketches!!

Have a listen to this.

IL Castrato, Scene 1.

Lights up.

A dressing room, such as in any theater anywhere.

Il Castrato sits at the dressing table. He addresses the audience.

Castrato:
Alas, my friends, attend this tale of woe.
For I, gelded on fame’s throne lately sat
For tunes warbl’d, am falsetto castrat.
Cel’brated by all, like angel’s rejoice
Melodies sung on high in pure of voice.
A pre-pubescent stunt, doctor performed:
My testicles chopp’d when not yet tenor
Left me permanently baritone deaf!
Now, my talents unequall’d, fame unmatch’d
Where ‘ere I arrive, E! News is dispatch’d.
Fame, wealth, power. Invites to parties all.
Would give’t all up just once to rub my balls.