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sevenswells"The world is confusing. There's no doubt about it. And what I mean by being on good terms with pleasure is that you have to be honest with yourself. You have to talk to this essential, animal part of you -- the beast within! It's a very simple creature, and you ignore it at your peril. You have to say... You know, 'cause the bad part of you, it only... It's very simple. It just has one demand, really. It just says, "MORE! MORE YUMMY STUFF! LESS BAD STUFF! Yummy, yummy, yummy."
This is the main dialogue going on within us all our lives. Constant dialogue between yummy, yummy and boo-hoo.
"Yummy, yummy, boo-hoo, I had too much, boo-hoo, boo-hoo, I feel bad, boo-hoo, boo-hoo -- I'm better, oh, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy."
And very occasionally the rational mind intervenes and says, "Hang on a minute."
So what happens, you go, "Yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, boo-hoo, boo-hoo, boo-hoo, yummy, yummy, yummy, boo-hoo, boo-hoo, boo-hoo, boo-hoo, boo-hoo, yummy, yummy --"
"Hang on a minute! I'm seeing a pattern here. Why don't we --"
"Shut up! Yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy..."
You have to know what you want. 'Cause the beast says, "Gimme the good stuff, not the bad stuff!"
You say, "What do you mean?" Engage with that part of yourself. "What is the good stuff, what is the bad stuff?"
"YOU KNOW THE GOOD STUFF! ...Whatever I'm not allowed."
That's the ultimate human shopping list. "I'd like some illegal, some forbidden, some frowned upon and some downright discussed, please. I'd like that to go, thank you!" And what is [...] the bad stuff?
"You know, fucking mornings."
What is that about? That time is a huge lie!
"Get up, get up! We're going to be late! Quickly! Late! Imagine it, the disaster if we're late! What'll happen if we're late? I can't even bear to think about it!"
Late is an idea, late is bullshit. It doesn't matter how fucking late you are. You can turn up in your pyjamas scratching your nuts with a fork, the same old shit's going to be there. It's a lie!
People running up to you saying, "What do you think?" In the morning! "What do you think?"
"Think? THINK? I'm not even fucking breathing, go away with your 'think'!"
It takes you three-quarters of an hour to find your face and apologize to it."
Original video, excerpted from Dylan Moran's stand-up comedy show, What It Is, 2009:
This last sentence describes precisely what I feel like every morning when I wake up these days, by the way. The need to find my face and then apologize to it.
And since it's true that we never have enough Dylan Moran, here's his interview on Jonathan Ross's chat show where he's all kinds of brilliant and entertaining:
Guess who's going to see Dylan Moran's new live show in London this July...? That's right. =D.
This is the main dialogue going on within us all our lives. Constant dialogue between yummy, yummy and boo-hoo.
"Yummy, yummy, boo-hoo, I had too much, boo-hoo, boo-hoo, I feel bad, boo-hoo, boo-hoo -- I'm better, oh, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy."
And very occasionally the rational mind intervenes and says, "Hang on a minute."
So what happens, you go, "Yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, boo-hoo, boo-hoo, boo-hoo, yummy, yummy, yummy, boo-hoo, boo-hoo, boo-hoo, boo-hoo, boo-hoo, yummy, yummy --"
"Hang on a minute! I'm seeing a pattern here. Why don't we --"
"Shut up! Yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy, yummy..."
You have to know what you want. 'Cause the beast says, "Gimme the good stuff, not the bad stuff!"
You say, "What do you mean?" Engage with that part of yourself. "What is the good stuff, what is the bad stuff?"
"YOU KNOW THE GOOD STUFF! ...Whatever I'm not allowed."
That's the ultimate human shopping list. "I'd like some illegal, some forbidden, some frowned upon and some downright discussed, please. I'd like that to go, thank you!" And what is [...] the bad stuff?
"You know, fucking mornings."
What is that about? That time is a huge lie!
"Get up, get up! We're going to be late! Quickly! Late! Imagine it, the disaster if we're late! What'll happen if we're late? I can't even bear to think about it!"
Late is an idea, late is bullshit. It doesn't matter how fucking late you are. You can turn up in your pyjamas scratching your nuts with a fork, the same old shit's going to be there. It's a lie!
People running up to you saying, "What do you think?" In the morning! "What do you think?"
"Think? THINK? I'm not even fucking breathing, go away with your 'think'!"
It takes you three-quarters of an hour to find your face and apologize to it."
Original video, excerpted from Dylan Moran's stand-up comedy show, What It Is, 2009:
This last sentence describes precisely what I feel like every morning when I wake up these days, by the way. The need to find my face and then apologize to it.
And since it's true that we never have enough Dylan Moran, here's his interview on Jonathan Ross's chat show where he's all kinds of brilliant and entertaining:
Guess who's going to see Dylan Moran's new live show in London this July...? That's right. =D.
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Date: 2011-04-13 07:16 pm (UTC)BOO HOO.
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Date: 2011-04-14 09:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-13 08:22 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-04-14 09:27 am (UTC)Watch Black Books, it's a sitcom he did with Bill Bailey a while ago, and it's one of the funniest things I've ever watched on television.